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tessa-liam · 10 months

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Marabelle

The Snake in the Garden

Chapter 6

Choices – The Royal Romance, an alternate universe

Series Premise – An American teenager from New York City is introduced to the world of a small European country and its society of royalty, nobility, and commoners. How will her life story be transformed? Will this new adventure bring her happiness...or regret?

Catch Up on previous chapters – Marabelle Masterlist

Main Pairing – Liam Rys x F!OC Sophia (Sophie) Taylor

Other Pairings – Maxwell Beaumont x M!OC Daniel (from NYC), Drake Walker x F!OC Melanie Smithson

Most characters belong to Pixelberry.

Series Rating – M*🔞Warnings: this series will have NSFW material, crude language & innuendo.

Not Beta’d - Please excuse all errors.

Category – Alternate universe/on-going series/angst/fluff.

Words – 2480

The Snake in the Garden, Chapter 6

Chapter Summary – Sophie joins the ladies of the court at the palace for the garden tea party hosted by Madeleine (the Queen in waiting). At the palace, secrets are revealed.

Music Inspiration - Tongue-Tied, Samantha Gibb, Love Me Like You Do, Jonah Baker, I Surrender, Claire Richards

A/N1: Bethany Beaumont, Maxwell’s mother, is originally from the U.S. and is Barthelemy Beaumont’s second wife. Annabelle Beaumont (deceased) is Bertrand’s mother.

A/N2: ‘Social Season’ in this AU series refers to a traditional period in the spring/summer for royalty and members of the court to take part in Balls, dinner parties and charity events.

A/N3: My submission for Choices Flashfics @choicesflashfics, Week #45, Prompt 2 - “Just leave. You’re good at that.” & Prompt 3 - “I advise you to choose your next words very carefully.”

Marabelle trotted at an effortless pace alongside the glistening water of the shoreline as Sophie sang along to a song playing through her ear buds.

‘I’d surrender everything’

‘To feel the chance to live again’

‘I reach to you’

‘I know you can feel it too’

Sophie softly touched her cheek remembering the birthday kiss from Prince Liam on the dance floor at the Beaumont Bash. To say she was delighted would be an understatement. Sophie was smitten. The attention the charming prince showered on her made her ‘weak in the knees’ and wanting more.

It was a beautiful and warm summer morning. The sun shone brightly, and the water glistened; it was going to be a sweltering day. Starting to feel the heat, she lifted her long hair off her shoulders to clip into a ponytail and decided to return to the estate for a shower.

As Sophie and Marabelle got closer to the estate, alongside the entrance to the stable, Sophie spotted Drake chatting with Maxwell and Daniel. She knew that Drake was at the estate for his weekly maintenance check on the stable and to set the weekly directions for the stable hands.

Maxwell and Daniel were enjoying their newfound friendship. Sophie shook her head with a smile knowing that the pair could eventually develop that friendship into something more. She was thrilled for them, knowing that their personalities would complement the others' well. Daniel’s laid-back ways will be a calming presence for Max, who she knew was searching for a life partner of his own.

The question was whether Daniel would ever plan a move from New York to Cordonia. She knew, like herself, he did not have family in the US and he had no commitments to hold him back. Sophie had felt guilty for leaving her dear friend behind and alone. He just needed a reason to join her. And he found it!

She was elated to see the relationship between Max and Daniel ignite at the Bash. Daniel, being such a sweet guy, deserved the attention of a well-meaning partner; a partner he could not find in New York. In her opinion, Max would fill that role perfectly.

Everything was going well with Sophie’s move. Settling into her new home easily, she was looking forward to a future in Cordonia. Her extended family was doing everything possible to make her feel comfortable and secure at the estate. In September, when she begins her studies at the university in the Capital, she will have Maxwell with her to show her around and be a guide as well.

Now that she was 18 and ‘legal’, Max had promised to take her into the Capital to a nightclub. She knew, however, that while Max’s intentions were well-meaning, his focus is shifted now to her best friend, Daniel. Sophie did not mind though, because in all honesty, her focus was now on a certain prince.

“Good morning, Squirrel!” Daniel sauntered over to greet her as Marabelle slowed to a stop.

“Hey Daniel, you are up and about early this morning.” Sophie dismounted and moved to give her best friend a hug.

Maxwell joined the pair, “’Squirrel’...I wish I would have thought of that nickname. It’s perfect for you!”

“Hi Max,” Sophie grinned. “Oh no, not you, too!”

“Beaumont, what is it with you? What is wrong with calling her Sophie?” Drake raised his brow and smirked at the look on Max’s face.

“Just because you do not have the gift of humor doesn’t mean I have to be silenced.” Maxwell replied back.

“You do realize you are calling your cousin a ‘bushy-tailed rodent’,” Drake countered.

“Ookay... this conversation is going sideways.” Sophie shook her head, reaching for Marabelle’s reins.

“Come on girl, let's get you a snack,” leading her horse towards the stable.

“That’s my cue. Wait up, Sophie, I will walk with you.”

Drake followed, first chuckling and mock punching Max’s arm.

Sophie and Drake walked together towards the stable, an awkward air of uncertainty between them.

After a few minutes, the chime of Drake’s phone broke the silence.

“You must be in demand today,” Sophie quipped.

“Yes, well, I am being called back to the palace.” Drake sighed slipping his phone back into his back pocket.

Sophie smiled softly, “duty calls.”

“I wanted to check up on the horses here before it gets too hot out today.”

Drake patted the side of Marabelle’s face, “how are we feeling, girl?”

“I am taking her back to her stall to give her some shade and treats,” Sophie grinned at her horse.

“I have to say that I am impressed. Marabelle settled in here at the estate quickly. I can tell she likes you.” Drake smiled, looking at Marabelle.

Sophie looked over at Drake, beaming, “awe, thank you.”

With Marabelle now in her stall, Sophie closed the gate, securing a bucket of apples and watermelon to the inside railing.

“I wish I could spend more time with you today, girl.” Sophie stroked the horse's nose as Marabelle happily munched on an apple piece.

Drake took off his hat and wiped his brow with a handkerchief.

“It is so hot out here. I would love nothing more than to jump in the lake. But I can’t.”

“Yes, and I need to jump in the shower and get ready. I am expected at the palace at 1 p.m. for the garden party.”

“A word of advice?” Drake looked at Sophie expectantly.

“Beware the ladies of the court. Do not trust any of them...they are a den of snakes.”

Maxwell snickered as he walked up, “Do not mind Drake, my cynical friend. They are not all particularly bad.”

“Well, what do I know?” Drake said with defiance.

“What my sister had to tolerate from those women, everything that I was afraid of happening, happened.”

“Will Savannah be at the garden party, Drake?” Sophie asked.

Drake laughed sarcastically, “not on your life.”

“But they are not like you, Squirrel.” Maxwell interjected.

Sophie looked between the pair. The garden party would be the first time she would be interacting ‘one on one’ with these same women today.

“Thank you for the vote of confidence, Max. I think?”

***

Cordonian Royal Palace Courtyard

Queen-in-waiting Countess Madeleine Amaranth, stood beside Queen mother Regina under the trellis personally greeting the ladies of the Royal court and invited guests to her inaugural garden tea party. Not sparing any expense, Madeleine was in her element, feeling superior in station and was not shy in showing it.

Sipping lemonade, Sophie sat with her Aunt Bethany, Duchess Adelaide and Princess Beatrice of Belgium. If anything, it was entertaining watching the interactions between the guests.

“Sophia, you are a delightful addition to court.” Adelaide was very inquisitive, noticing that Prince Liam had been paying a lot of attention to her the night of the Beaumont Bash.

Sophie politely smiled but stayed silent as Adelaide continued to drone on about nothing in particular.

“Well, I can tell you one thing, my dear. When I was young and beautiful, men always wanted me. No matter what. But now? It’s like I’m just invisible to them. And it's so infuriating!”

“Oh, I understand,” Princess Beatrice said, rolling her eyes.

“Adelaide, how is your husband, Godfrey? I have not seen him in the Capital for quite some time.”

Bethany inquired, raising her eyebrow.

At that, Sophie stood from the table, “please excuse me a moment. Auntie Beth, I am going to stretch my legs.”

As she travelled towards the terrace outside the palace, Sophie paused when she overheard her name being mentioned on the other side of the tall hedge.

“Pour qui se prend-elle? Pensant que le prince s’intèresserait à elle.”

(Who does she think she is? Thinking that the prince would be interested in her.)

Sophie peered through the branches and noticed Lady Kiara standing beside Lady Penelope next to a dessert table.

Penelope nodded her head in agreement and whispered loudly, “exactly! The nerve of that American.”

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Sophie turned to her left.

“Lady Sophia, you look lost.” Olivia grinned at Sophie’s expression of surprise.

“Why are you acting so surprised, Sophie? You should have expected this from Kiara and Penelope.”

Sophie frowned and responded, “What’s that supposed to mean, Duchess?”

“Oh, you will learn quickly on how to play their game,” Olivia replied with a mischievous smile.

Olivia, herself, was in the process of finding out information on the newest member of the court. Especially since she had also noticed that she had caught the eye of Prince Liam.

Sophie could only sigh in response. Although she had been included into the circle of ladies of the court, she still had to find her place in the court. To do that, she had a lot of information to discover.

After the awkward conversation, Sophie excused herself to enter the palace to freshen up and to temporarily escape from the hot Mediterranean sun.

Entering the sitting room, Sophie sat down on a sofa and pulled out her phone.

***

The leggy strawberry blonde opened the large ornate door to the Crown Prince’s private quarters. After spending the previous evening with Leo, she left her lover to leave the palace to return to her apartment in the Capital.

Veronica was bound by a Cordonian Arrangement, and a non-disclosure agreement, and spent several nights a week with Leo. Madeleine was well aware of his mistress and when she passed the future queen, she made no eye contact but held her head up high and smirked.

Madeleine stalked into the Royal suite in search of her betrothed. When she found him sipping his coffee on the veranda, she did not hold back her rage.

“Of all days, you must flaunt your trollip while I am hosting my garden party?"

“Oh, it's you? Why are you not at your party?” Leo sneered, daring Madeleine to respond.

Madeleine did not back down and scowled, “It is your duty to attend the party, as the future King, in the address to the court. Instead, you are fucking your whore! Some King you will make!”

Immediately standing, Leo slammed his cup against the table, smashing it.

“I advise you to choose your next words very carefully.” Leo seethed, slowly walking inside.

“I am Royal by birth, Countess. You do not presume anything!”

Leo continued to walk past Madeleine to enter his chamber and slammed the door behind him.

“Just leave. You’re good at that.” Madeleine shouted in response and stormed out of the Royal suite, incensed, to return to the garden party.

Entering the powder room next to the sitting room by the palace courtyard, Madeleine broke down. “You cannot do this to me Leo! You cannot embarrass me with your whore!”

“I should have known that you would flaunt your lovers, but I do not have to see it!”

Sitting down at the vanity, she wiped her tears, cursing herself for forgetting that her make-up bag was up in her room.

After over-hearing a commotion of angry words, Sophie stood and entered the powder room. She froze in place at the undeniable sound of a woman sobbing and crying out.

Madeleine stood up, hearing the door open behind her.

“You heard that?” she says aghast, looking at Sophie.

“Well, you know now, don’t you. I am the worst of fools.”

“Did I really just hear you say that?” Sophie asks, blinking.

“Oh Sophie, do not pretend to be shocked," Madeleine says, brushing back her hair with a trembling hand.

“To be involved with a Rys, means they hold all the cards. It is their birthright.”

“I will be Queen. That is what the Cordonian arrangement is for.”

To say that Sophie was overwhelmed would be an understatement. There was a mix of emotions affecting her in a perfect storm; stunned, terrified, puzzled, and doubt were combining to make her question her place in the court and her self-confidence.

Planning to rejoin the garden party, Sophie appeared from behind the column and walked swiftly away from the sitting room.

Still in the palace, Sophie turned and feeling flustered, she ran face first into a man’s broad chest.

"Whoa, whoa ...hey Sophie". Liam chuckled, holding her arms to slow her impact.

Looking up she was met with his kind, crystal blue eyes, but could not formulate a response. She was truly tongue-tied.

He released her, his hands lingering before pulling away. Sophie could feel her heartbeats pick up, her throat tighten.

As if he sensed her uneasiness Liam spoke first.

"Sophie, I uh... I wanted to ask if you would have time to meet with me and talk after the garden party. I want to get to know you better, and I can tell you've had a rough day."

He cleared his throat.

Sophie spoke quickly, "I would love to get to know you Liam, yes!"

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artisticlegshake · 11 months

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TEEN FEMALE BEST DANCER TOP 22 (LAS VEGAS)

Kylie Kaminsky - DANCEOLOGY

Ellie Duffin - DC2

Crystal Huang - THE ROCK

Zora Griffin Todd - CLUB

Maliah Howard - MLDA

Sophia Sands - DANCEOLOGY

Addison Middleton - ACADEMY OF NV BALLET

Leila Winker - MILLENNIUM NASHVILLE

Claire Monge - LARKIN

Kira Chan - ELEMENTS

Izzy Howard - WESTSIDE

Kinley Bertrand - THE DANCE KOLLECTIVE

Sofia Andrus - DANCEOLOGY

Lilly Allen - KIM MASSAY

Addison Jones - DC2

Makaia Roux - DANCEOLOGY

Kamri Peterson - CSPAS

Addyson Smith - ELITE DANCE

Sophia Xiao - YOKO’S

Keira Redpath - LARKIN

Isabella Lynch - DANCEOLOGY

Katie Shinn - NEXT STEP

*Top 14 in bold!

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gayrencontre · 1 month

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Je suis Bertrand, gay, 33 ans et je suis sur Menton 06500. J'ai un appartement mais je passe le clair de mon temps sur mon voilier et j'aimerais bien faire un petit voyage sur la méditerranée avec un mec ! Je suis célibataire et ce serait romantique comme date non ?

#gay #gay men #gay dating #rencontre #celibataires #voilier #sud de la france #france

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bluseum · 1 year

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also why is everyone in the skellington book called [place name] [latin word] [adjective]

Derek very evidently names characters like any good lazy D&D player, random name generators and dictionaries. He doesn't seem to see a problem with

Abyssinia

Adam Brate

Adedayo Akinde

Adrasdos

Adrian Sykes

Adrienna Shade

Ajuoga

Alan

Alan (Boyle Solutions)

Alan Brennan

Alena Metz

Alesha Walsh

Alexander Remit

Alexander Slake

Alice Edgley

Aloysius Vespers

Amalia

Amity

Amity's Wife

Anathem Mire

The Ancients

Anguish

Anna

Annie Brennan

Anton Shudder

Arabella Wicked

Argeddion

Argento

Argus

Armiger Fop

Arthur Dagan

Ashione

Ashley Hubbard

Aspen

Assegai

Category:Assistants

Audoen

Auger Darkly

Aurnia

Auron Tenebrae

Aurora Jane

Category:Australians

Avatar

Avaunt

Axelia Lukt

Axle

Azzedine Smoke

Badstreet

Bagatelle

Baritone

Baron Vengeous

Bartholomew

Basher

Batu

The Beast

Bennet Troth

Benzel Travestine

Bernadette Maguire

Bernard Sult

Bertrand Solus

Beryl Edgley

Billy-Ray Sanguine

Binder Firm

Bison Dragonclaw

Black Annis

Boiler

Brennock

Brides of Blood Tears

Bridget

Brobding

Brock

Bruno

Bubba Moon

Burgundy Dalrymple

The Butcher

Byron Grace

Cadaver Cain

Cadaverous Gant

Caelan

Caisson

Caius Caviler

Cameron Light

Cark

Carol Edgley

Carol Edgley (Reflection)

Cassandra Pharos

Caste

Cathy

Cathy (The Button)

Category:Cats

Cerise

Ceryen

Cerys

Charivari

Charlie Smith

Child of the Faceless

China Sorrows

China's Assistant

China's Grandmother

Chrissy Brennan

Christophe Nocturnal

Civet

Clagge

Clarabelle

Cleaver

Clement Gale

Clerihew Montgomery

Coda Quell

Colleen Stint

Collup

Colm Muldoon

Conor Delaney

Corrival Deuce

Cothernus Ode

Crab

Craddock Sirroco

Crasher

Crepuscular Vies

Creyfon Signate

Crystal Edgley

Cu na Gealaí Duibhe

Dacanay

Daffyd Maybury

Dai Maybury

Daisy

Damocles Creed

Danny

Darian Vector

Darquesse

Dasher

Daveth Maybury

Davina Marr

Davit Maybury

Davon Maybury

Deacon Maybury

Death Monkey

Dedrich Wahrheit

Delafonte Mien

Desmond Edgley

Destrier

Detective Harris

Devoted

Dexter Vex

Dicer

Dima

Dionysus Pertinax

Doctor Whorl

Donegan Bane

Doran Purcell

Dragunov

Dreylan Scarab

Dubhóg Ni Broin

Duenna

The Dullahan

Dusk

Eachan Meritorious

Eamon Campbell

Eamon Pearce

Ed Stynes

Eddie Sullivan

Edgley Tempest

Edwina

Eliza Scorn

Elsie O'Brien

Elwood Satchel

Emmeline Darkly

Emmett Peregrine

Category:End of the World characters

Category:Energy-Throwers

The Engineer

Ephraim Tungsten

Erskine Ravel

Esryn Vanguard

Etta Faulkner

Evoric Cudgel

Faceless Ones

Father Reynolds

Fergus Edgley

Ferrente Rhadaman

Filament Sclavi

Finbar Wrong

Fintan Muldoon

Flaring

Fletcher Renn

Flint

Forby

Frightening Jones

Gall

Gary Price

Gavin Praetor

Ged

Category:Generals

Geoffrey Scrutinous

Gepard

Gepard Voke

Geraint Mizzle

Gerontius

Ghastly Bespoke

Ghastly Bespoke's father

Ghastly Bespoke's mother

Gladys

Glass

Gleeman Shakespeare

Gordon Edgley

Grace Kelly

Gracious O'Callahan

Graft

Gratio Erato

Gregory Castallan

Gregory Day

Greta Dapple

Griff

Grim

The Grotesquery

Gruesome Krav

Habergeon

Hansard Kray

Hapathy

Harmony

Hayley Skirmish

Hidalgo Bolt

Hieronymus Deadfall

Hoc

Hokum Pete

Hollow Men

Hopeless

Horts

The Hound

Hrishi

Hutchinson

Ian Moore

Ieni

Illori Reticent

Imogen

Infected

Isara

Isidora Splendour

Ivy

Jack Irons

Jackie Earl

Jajo Prave

James Hubbard

Jaron Gallow

Jason Randal

Jasper

Jenan Ispolin

Jeremiah Wallow

Jerry Houlihan

Jerry Ordain

Jethro

The Jitter Girls

Johann Starke

Joost

Kaiven

Kallista Pendragon

Kalvin Accord

Karrik

Kase

Kathryn Ether

Keir Tanner

Keith

Kenny Dunne

Kenspeckle Grouse

Keratin

Kes

Kierre of the Unveiled

Kiln

Kimora

Kitana Kellaway

Korb

Kribu

Krull

Kumo

Laken Cross

Lamour

Lapse

Larks

Larrikin

Lenka Bazaar

Levitt

Liam Muldoon

Lightning Dave

Lillian Agog

Lily

Lord Vile

Lorenzo Mult

Lorien

Luciana

Luke Skywalker

Madame Mist

Madcap Fenton

Magenta

Mahala

Maksy

Mandat

Mantis

Martin Flanery

Master

Maverick Reels

Melancholia St Clair

Melissa Edgley

Mellifluous Golding

Memphis

Mercy Charient

Merriwyn Hyphenate-Bash

Metric

Mevolent

Midnight Blue

Militsa Gnosis

Minion One and Minion Two

Mirk

Misery

Miss Nuncio

Moloch

Moribund

Mortal

Morven

Morwenna Crow

Mr Chou

Mr. Bliss

Mr. Fedgewick

Mr. Jib

Mud

Mulct

Murder Rose

Muriel Hubbard

Myosotis Terra

Myra

Myron Stray

Nathanial Quiver

Nefarian Serpine

Nero

Nestor Tarry

Never

Nixion

Nj Maverick

Noche

Noonan

Nye

Oberon Guile

Oblivious

Obloquy

Octa Gregorian Boona

October Klein

Odetta

Ogre

Oisin

Omen Darkly

Operative

Oscar Nightfall

Owen

Palaver Graves

Parthenios Lilt

Pat Hanratty

Patrick Slattery

Patrick Xebec

Paul Lynch

Paulie

Peg Muldoon

Pennant

Persephone Grief

Pete Green

Petrichor

Phil Lynott

Philomena Random

Ping

Portia

To name a few

#skulduggery pleasant #derek landy #derek's bullshit #ask response #mutual banter

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aurevoirmonty · 4 months

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“Nous, poétesses, poètes, éditrices et éditeurs, libraires, bibliothécaires, enseignantes et enseignants, actrices et acteurs de la scène culturelle française refusons la nomination de Sylvain Tesson comme parrain du Printemps des poètes 2024.”

La tribune aux 600 signatures parue dans les colonnes de Libération est claire : pas tout le monde n’a le droit de cité dans le milieu culturel. Ce milieu, c’est le leur et ils entendent bien le garder. Quitte à incarner ce qu’ils entendent dénoncer : la réaction.

Breizh-info.com : La tribune contre le parrainage de Sylvain Tesson à la 25e édition du Printemps des poètes, qui se tiendra du 9 au 24 mars prochain, n’a pas dû vous échapper. De quoi est-elle le signe selon vous ?

Xavier Eman : De l’étonnante passion pour l’exclusion et « l’entre-soi » de tous ces braves gens qui se prétendent – et, pire encore, sont persuadés d’être – particulièrement « ouverts » et de grands chantres de la « diversité ». Ces pétitionnaires sont en réalité de parfaits schizophrènes, ils s’affirment libertaires mais n’ont de cesse que d’interdire, proscrire, écarter, dresser des listes de suspects, dénoncer les mal-pensants. Ces athées, farouches bouffeurs de curés, se comportent dans les faits comme des torquemadas de sous-préfecture, petits kapos de la nouvelle religion du « vivre-ensemble » et de « l’inclusivité », qui consiste en fait à ne tolérer de vivre qu’avec les gens qui pensent comme soi et à « n’inclure » que ses propres clones idéologiques.

Breizh-info.com : Pour justifier leur mise à l’index, les signataires reprochent très sérieusement à Sylvain Tesson d’avoir préfacé « un ouvrage de référence de l’extrême droite » à savoir, Le camps des saints de Jean Raspail. Lamentable erreur : le recueil de Jean Raspail préfacé par l’indésirable ne contient pas ce roman-là ! Il aurait suffi de lire la table des matières pour s’en assurer. Crime de lèse majesté ?

Xavier Eman : Et quand bien même l’aurait-il fait ? Où serait le crime ? « Le Camp des Saints » est-il un livre interdit, criminel, ordurier, pédophile ? Non, bien sûr, c’est simplement un ouvrage qui dérange les convictions et les certitudes de tous ces gardiens du temple du conformisme du temps. On peut comprendre que cela les agace, mais bousculer leur « confort intellectuel » (dans le sens que lui a magistralement donné Marcel Aymé) n’est pas encore un délit, même s’ils travaillent activement pour que cela le devienne.

Sylvain Tesson est un bourgeois, fils de famille, comme nombre sans doute des signataires de cette fameuse tribune de dénonciation vertueuse, mais, lui, a le mauvais goût de ne pas cracher dans la soupe, de ne pas haïr ce qu’il est et d’où il vient, de ne pas se sentir coupable de tous les maux du monde, et de profiter de son statut pour voyager, marcher, contempler, s’isoler, décrire la nature, s’en émerveiller et dénoncer les tares de la modernité qui la menacent. On pourrait, en caricaturant un peu, le voir comme comme une sorte de Yann-Arthus Bertrand de la littérature, s’il n’avait pas ce coté farouchement français, allergique au politiquement correct et à ses génuflexions obligatoires. Des crimes apparemment inexpiables pour l’armada des « poètes, écrivains, enseignants, éducateurs, bibliothécaires » qui n’aime rien plus que chasser en meute.

Breizh-info.com : Sylvain Tesson y est qualifié d’ « icône réactionnaire ». S’il y a peut-être du vrai – même s’il se définit plutôt comme un « anti-moderne », ce qui avouons-le est nettement plus classe – on est en droit de se demander : effacer les réactionnaires du panorama littéraire français ne serait-il pas un tantinet désastreux pour notre culture ?

Xavier Eman : Toute forme de censure de la littérature sur des critères idéologiques est forcément désastreuse. L’art doit échapper aux grilles de lectures politiques. Bien sûr cela n’empêche pas les affinités et les préférences personnelles, les goûts et les couleurs… C’est tout à fait naturel, le problème commence lorsque l’on en vient à vouloir imposer ses propres appétences comme une règle morale, puis comme une obligation. Aragon et Drieu sont deux grands écrivains. Je préfère Drieu, c’est mon choix et mon droit. Je ne dénie pas pour autant à Aragon sa valeur et son importance et ne cherche pas à en dissuader ou à en interdire la lecture. C’est une attitude dont la gauche est apparemment incapable. Par ailleurs, il convient de se méfier et se défier des étiquettes, extensibles à l’infini… « Les précieuses ridicules » n’est-il pas un brûlot machiste ? Proudhon n’est-il pas un odieux antisémite, tout comme Shakespeare?

Le désir de censure est toujours une défaite de l’intelligence, un refus de l’altérité et un aveu de faiblesse.

Breizh-info.com : Outre l’intéressé, le collectif cite Michel Houellebecq et Yann Moix, tout en déplorant « la banalisation et la normalisation de l’extrême droite dans les sphères politique, culturelle, et dans l’ensemble de la société. » Cette droitisation est-elle un mythe ou une réalité ?

Xavier Eman : C’est évidemment une vaste plaisanterie… Le monde culturel et médiatique est colonisé à 98 % par les diverses tendances de la gauche. Il suffit de se rendre dans une salle de cinéma, dans un festival de théâtre ou d’observer l’étal d’une grande librairie pour le constater. Mais les deux petits pour cent restant représentent néanmoins une insupportable atteinte à l’hégémonie absolue de cette gauche persuadée (contre tout évidence historique) que la « culture » est un domaine qui lui appartient par nature.

Par ailleurs, je dois dire que je ne vois rien de commun ni le moindre rapport entre le grand écrivain naturaliste qu’est Michel Houellebecq – sans doute le Balzac de notre post-modernité – et un pathétique histrion, aussi lâche et veule humainement que médiocre artistiquement, comme Yann Moix.

Breizh-info.com : « Nous soutenons que la banalisation d’une idéologie réactionnaire incarnée par Sylvain Tesson va à l’encontre de l’extrême vitalité de la poésie revendiquée par le Printemps des poètes. » Sort-il encore quelque talent de ces petites sauteries où règnent l’entre-soi et l’intolérance ?

Xavier Eman : Ne connaissant pratiquement pas un seul des signataires de cette tribune, je suis assez mal placé pour jauger, même de façon forcément subjective, leur hypothétique talent… Ce qui est certain par contre, c’est que la plupart des événements littéraires, en France, sont devenus des pince-fesses endogames, des séances d’auto-célébration d’un petit milieu fort satisfait de lui-même, d’autant plus que, malgré les subventions étatiques et les micros ouverts dans tous les médias du grand capital, il se croit encore « rebelle et subversif ». C’est sans doute l’aspect le plus tragi-comique de l’affaire, voir des petits fonctionnaires du ministère de la Culture, perroquets de tous les mantras les plus éculés de l’époque, s’ériger en grands défenseurs de la liberté et de l’indépendance de la littérature et de la poésie. Ces gens débitent exactement la même soupe politico-moraliste que « Plus belle la vie » mais se considèrent toujours comme des farouches révolutionnaires.

On peut penser ce que l’on veut de l’oeuvre de Sylvain Tesson et du personnage qu’il s’est forgé, que l’on est tout à fait en droit de ne pas apprécier et de critiquer, mais il est incontestable que ses livres ont un grand succès populaire (ce qui ne devrait pas être un crime pour des gens prétendument « de gauche »…), qu’ils ont ému et fait rêver un large public, et que, par ailleurs, il a rendu accessible au plus grand nombre l’un des plus grands poètes de l’histoire, à savoir Homère. Ce n’est sans doute pas aussi méritoire qu’apprendre la poterie à des migrants clandestins à la MJC de Villetaneuse, mais cela ne me semble pas devoir interdire d’être nommé parrain d’un festival de poésie (dont, accessoirement, la plupart des gens ignoraient l’existence jusqu’à cette polémique).

Breizh-info.com : La poésie, parlons-en. Et citons le texte : « La poésie ne saurait être neutre, sans position face à la vie. La poésie est en nous, elle porte nos douleurs. Elle est dans la masse. Le quotidien. L’infâme. La tendresse. La rue. L’épuisement. Le quartier. Elle est dans nos silences. Nos joies. Elle est dans nos corps broyés, nos corps souples, nos regards flamboyants et nos brèches. Dans ce qu’on a vu, mais qui ne se dit pas. Dans les souffrances de nos sœurs. Dans ce qui résiste. Elle est aussi dans le queer, le trash, la barbarie, le vulgaire.» Qu’est-ce que cela vous évoque ?

Xavier Eman : Cette définition de la « poésie » aux relents de salle des profs de collège de ZEP en vaut sans doute d’autres, mais je m’interroge un peu sur la légitimité des signataires de cette poussive dissertation à prétendre qu’elle soit la bonne et surtout la seule, exclusive de toute autre, et donc totalitaire … A ce compte là, ni Baudelaire ni Rimbaud ne sont des poètes… Par ailleurs, si la poésie peut sans doute sortir de « la barbarie et du trash » (« Là où le péché s’est amplifié, la grâce a surabondé »), pourquoi ne pourrait-elle pas également exsuder de la contemplation d’une panthère des neiges ou d’un cheminement sur des sentiers de randonnées ou de pèlerinage ?

Encore une fois, nos grands artistes ouverts sur le monde se montrent particulièrement mesquins et réducteurs. Ce sont eux les esprits étroits et bornés qui ne veulent pas voir plus loin que leurs habitudes mentales et leur horizon idéologique. Ainsi, ils affirment avec beaucoup de hardiesse et sans expliciter le moins du monde le propos que « la poésie ne saurai être neutre ». Fort bien, admettons… La poésie, selon eux, doit donc être « engagée » mais, bien sûr, dans un seul camp, le leur. Ils admettent de ce fait ne pas défendre « la poésie » mais simplement leur propre engagement.

Xavier Eman est auteur, directeur de la revue littéraire Livr’arbitre, et rédacteur en chef adjoint d’Éléments. Dans ses chroniques d’une fin de monde sans importance, il nous fait plonger dans toute l’absurdité, la perfidie et le manque de cohérence de l’individu post-moderne. Sur son blog A moy que chault !, il commente l’actualité avec le cynisme et l’humour caustique qui le distinguent. C’est donc vers lui que nous nous sommes tournés pour avoir un avis sur cette énième et déplorable “affaire”.

Propos recueillis par Audrey D’Aguanno.

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TIME OUT OF JOINT VS THE BEAR: THE LOVE INTEREST IS THE DISTRACTION

The Time Out Of Joint plot parallels The Bear Plot

Ragle Gumm lives in the year 1959 in a quiet American town. He learns that his idyllic town is a constructed reality designed to protect him from a frightening fact.

" Junie Black, is a character in Time out of Joint who represents the past, young adulthood on the side of maladjustment to the adult world.

Everybody sees her like this, not only Ragle, “she looked very cute and childlike” .

It is with her that Ragle sinks further into mental illness: she confirms his own refusal of the adult world, the basis for his withdrawal symptoms.

Ragle kisses Junie on the lawn of the town pool: he is then ready, from the depths of his mental illness, to re-experience the psychosis of the logos on the basis of a shameful desire.

THIS PARALLELS CARMY AND CLAIRE TO A TEE.

Claire is a distraction from figuring out and remembering what he needs to to get his real self help on the outside of his mind (THE BEAR restaurant).

Note the narrative related to Time out of Joint is referenced from

#the bear #carmy berzatto #philip k. dick #time out of joint #richie jerimovich #junie black #nephthys #horus

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muses that will probably be removed due to lack of interest/muse (if you see a muse on this list that you want to stay, lemme know and i’ll set them to probationary status/private)

nancy drew

dawn / contrast

ellen / no place like home

viveca / barbie in the 3 musketeers

johnny gat / saints row

claire parker / far cry

bianca / far cry

jonas palmer / far cry

daisy and duke / far cry

tess / far cry

beau wilcott / far cry

carmen / far cry

imelda / coco

chiara / luca

garrett / quest for camelot

ben ravencroft / scooby doo

bobbi morse / marvel

melody valentine / josie and the pussycats

bertrand baudelaire / asoue

frank denouement / asoue

agatha / school for good and evil

agnes lockwood / the once and future witches

charon / percy jackson

luke castellan / percy jackson

ceony twill / the paper magician

aneesa / halloweentown

mack / teen beach movie

anita / cruella

jasper / cruella

emery thane / the paper magician

frederick frankenstein / young frankenstein

arden mcnamara / fandomless

jun / fandomless

oliver cho / tma

maggie short / tma

sarah carpenter / tma

barbara maitland / beetlejuice musical

elsie odair / newsies

annie edison / community

azumi fujita / maniac

kate sharma / bridgerton

jenny calendar / btvs

rebecca jessel / bly manor

dani clayton / bly manor

erin greene / midnight mass

mildred gunning / midnight mass

laura palmer / twin peaks

dale cooper / twin peaks

alison / ghosts bbc

kitty / ghosts bbc

emma pillsbury / glee

tina cohen chang / glee

sadie / glee

liv moore / izombie

peyton charles / izombie

eden bingham / st

naomi jennings / st

rose blythe / umbrella academy

merry / animal crossing

lucky / animal crossing

lucy / pokemon

erika / pokemon

monica / pokemon

marie / pokemon

brigid tenenbaum / bioshock

elizabeth comstock / bioshock

diane mcclintock / bioshock

archie / borderlands

bethany hawke / dragon age

dorian pavus / dragon age

wynne / dragon age

larianni / dragon age

karen / harvest moon

abigail lockwood / the room (game)

fionnula / monster hunter

maya / state of decay

sally / we happy few

sloane / boyfriend dungeon

marci / mtap

remington / mtap

emmy altava / professor layton

hershel layton / professor layton

illuminata / rune factory

elsje / rune factory

dusty hogg / ts2

misty waters / ts2

sancho paco panza / ts2

ara fusilli / ts2

goth boy / mysims

buddy / mysims

lindsey / mysims

jodi / stardew valley

jakob / stardew valley

linus / stardew valley

rosemary / stardew valley

ola song / stardew valley

emily / stardew valley

shane / stardew valley

carina escobar / uncharted

santos bergeron / uncharted

cassandra de rossi / uncharted

megpoid gumi / vocaloid

megurine luka / vocaloid

#it hurts that a lot of these are ocs but (shrugs)#i won't delete any bios yet so if i want to readd them it won't be so hard #like i said #i can be persuaded to keep a lot of these if people are interested

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olvaheiner · 8 months

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Conann (2023)

Directed by Bertrand Mandico

#Conann #Conann la Barbare #Bertrand Mandico #cinema #mandichaos #Elina Lowensohn #Christa Theret #Julia Riedler #Claire Duburcq #Sandra Parfait #Agata Buzek #Nathalie Richard #Françoise Brion #Audrey Bonnet #Christophe Bier #black and white #2023 #France #COCORICO MOTHERFUCKERS !!!

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nanshe-of-nina · 2 years

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Favorite History Books || The Burgundians: A Vanished Empire by Bart van Loo ★★★★☆

Every time I see this picture, I’m fourteen again. I see that winter landscape just as I saw it back then: a tree, a snow-covered expanse, two armed men approaching in the distance. I was astonished by the bareness of that mainly snow-white illustration. The tree and the men were marginal details. Out of curiosity I read Schoonjans’ commentary: ‘In 1477 Charles the Bold laid siege to the city of Nancy. He met his death in battle, the circumstances of which remain unclear. His body was found beneath the snow half devoured by wolves.’⁶ I looked again at the illustration, and only then did I see the dark outline barely visible in the shadow of the tree. You could just make out the contours of a dead body.

My eyes jumped from text to picture and back again, and the same questions cropped up. Who was Charles the Bold? Why was he given that name? What in the world happened to him in Nancy? And what about those wolves? No matter how much I was dragged along by the further course of history, I kept coming back to this illustration. To the wolves, the snow, the body… to the mystery of Nancy. It would take thirty years for me to figure it all out. The tragic demise of Charles the Bold, Duke of Burgundy, became an important element in this book, in which I search not only for the facts surrounding this anecdote but also for what Huens and Schoonjans tried to dredge up in their own way in Lands Glorie: the origin of our whole region. And by that I do not mean Belgium, for despite Schoonjans’ good intentions it was the Low Countries that emerged first, only later to be followed by Belgium and the Netherlands.

Finally, in 1987, I resumed my reading of Thea Beckman. After Geef me de ruimte! (Give Me Room) came Triomf van de verschroeide aarde (Triumph of the Scorched Earth) and Het rad van fortuin (The Wheel of Fortune). Countless Belgian and Dutch readers were gripped by the adventures of Marije, alias Marie-Claire, and her son Matthis. I regard their ordeals during the Hundred Years War as my first great reading experience. This was the real thing: reading great books that breathe new life into age-old events, getting inside someone else’s skin, trembling with emotion and suspense. And learning something at the same time.

Beckman’s trilogy covered the years 1346–69. She introduced characters who would haunt me for years to come: Bertrand du Guesclin, John the Good, The Black Prince, Charles V, Étienne Marcel. Not to mention the settings: the Battles of Crécy and Poitiers, the cities of Paris and Bruges in the fourteenth century. They all appear in the book you now hold in your hands. The period between the time depicted in her trilogy and the death of Charles the Bold constitutes its beating heart.

Some reading experiences are so powerful that they continue to ferment for decades. One day I could no longer resist the temptation, and I stepped into the breach that Beckman’s trilogy and Huens’s illustration no. 182 had opened in my imagination. Like the world around us, we ourselves are the fruit of the past.

... Naturally, the geographical fact of the ‘lagen landen bi de zee’ (lowlands by the sea), as an anonymous monk once put it, had existed for years, but the inhabitants of the principalities located there lived independent of each other for the most part. In feudal terms, they belonged either to the kingdom of France or to the Holy Roman Empire. Yet in the Late Middle Ages a number of these domains merged and, wedged as they were between these two great powers, a new entity was born. The Burgundian dukes Philip the Bold, John the Fearless, Philip the Good and Charles the Bold (who met his end at Nancy) played a leading role in this process and emerged as the founding fathers of the unified Netherlands. Philip the Bold laid the foundation, his descendants built on his legacy, and under the authority of his grandson Philip the Good the united lands on the lower reaches of the Rhine, the Meuse and the Scheldt would acquire a political dimension for the first time. These events certainly constitute the forgotten genesis of the Low Countries. But with the intense interconnectedness of those regions with France, England, the Holy Roman Empire and, finally, Spain, it’s not too much of a stretch to also see them as European history of the highest order. Burgundy was the principal actor in history’s last great crusade. It played a key role at the end of the Hundred Years War and was instrumental in the growing European power of the Habsburgs.

It all started when Philip the Bold, as Duke of Burgundy, married Margaret of Male, the daughter of the Flemish count. Their marriage in Ghent on 19 June 1369 seemed like the ideal opening for this book. The only problem was that after three pages I found I needed fifteen footnotes to keep from needlessly weighing down my text by identifying someone like Louis of Male or explaining a concept like feudalism. In short, I needed to back up a bit to keep the story from buckling under the weight of information that I could not assume every reader might have at hand.

Beginning half a century earlier might do the trick. Not far enough, as it turned out. A hundred years then? Eventually I cast my line almost a millennium earlier. My thinking went something like this: what if I were to begin the great story of the Middle Ages from the standpoint of the ancient Burgundians, the Germanic peoples who first appeared in the pages of history in 406, the royal predecessors of the dukes of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries? It proved quite a challenge to find an alternative means of resurrecting an era that for the most part has been shrouded in mystery, but it was worth the effort. Not only did the ancient warriors point the way to a great many key historic moments, but they also solved the problem I was facing: now the reader would embark on the Burgundian journey with the proper luggage. While the first part of the book spans almost a thousand years (406–1369), the next part comprises a century (1369–1467). The third part covers a decade (1467–77), while parts four and five deal with exactly a year (1482) and a day.

#litedit #historyedit #medieval #house of burgundy #house of valois #french history #belgian history #european history #history #history books #nanshe's graphics

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Cinéma français

Truffaut

L’enfant sauvage

Jacques Becker

Falbala (1945)

Jean-Luc Godard

Masculin/Feminin Le mépris

Varda

Cléo de 5 à 7

Robert Bresson

Pickpocket L’argent

Francois Ozon

Huit Femmes Sitcom (court)

Quentin Dupieux

Wrong Cops Le Daim Incroyable mais vrai *** Au poste

Christophe Honoré

Les bien-aimées Chambre 212 Plaire, aimer et courir vite

Rohmer

Ma nuit chez Maud (69) Le genou de Claire

Tati

Mon oncle L'illusioniste (inspiré de )

Resnais

Nuit et Brouillard (55)

Bertrand Blier

Les valseuses Buffet Froid Tenue de soirée ***

Leos Carax

Boy Meet Girl (CHOC) ** Pola X Les amants du pont-neuf (91) Holly Motors Mauvais Sang

Renoir

Les règles du jeu

Joan Sfar

Le chat du Rabbin Gainsbourg Vie héroïque

Riad Sattouf

Jackie au royaume des filles Les beaux Gosses

Valérie Donzelli ****

La reine des pommes La guerre est déclarée Main dans la main Marguerite et Julien

Jacques Demy

Les parapluies de Cherbourg Les demoiselles de Rochefort Peau d’Ane

Haneke

Amour Le 7eme continent Funny games (97) (choc)

Helena Klotz

L’Age atomique****

Louis Male

Le feu follet****

George Perec et Bernard Queysanne

Un homme qui dort ***

Matthieu Kassovitz

La Haine (95) L’ordre et la Morale

Justine Trier

Sybil Victoria La bataille de Solferino Anatomie d'une chute *** (palme d'or 2023)

Antonin Peretjako

La fille du 14 Juillet La loi de la jungle La pièce rapportée

Kervern et Delépine

En même temps Effacer l'historique I feel good Saint amour

Céline Devaux

Tout le monde aime Jeanne *** Le repas dominicale ( animation)

Eric judor

Platane Problemos Steak

Jean Pascal Zadi

Tout simplement noir

Agnès Jaoui et Jean-Pierre Bacri

Le gout des autres Place publique Un air de famille Cuisine et depandance

Alain Chabat

Astérix et Obélix, mission Clépatre Didier La cité de la peur RRRR

Nakache et Tolédano

Nos jours heureux Intouchable En thérapie ( série) Le sens de la fête

Maiwen

Polisse Mon roi Jeanne du Barry

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Voyage of the Nautilus: The Nautilus

Contrived at the rear of the dining room, a double door opened, and I entered a room whose dimensions equaled the one I had just left.

It was a library.

Aronnax has one of those hidden door libraries!? This library really sounds beautiful though. Truly the dream.

“Captain Nemo,” I told my host, who had just stretched out on a couch

I can’t decide if this is giving me ‘Dracula who just picked up the Bradshaw’s guide upside down” energy or ‘casually sits down in sensual manner in front of your infatuated marine biologist.”

You own 6,000 or 7,000 volumes here . . .”

“12,000, Professor Aronnax.

Aronnax having 12 libraries worth of books in his submarine ...

This flirting via the most beautiful library you’ve ever seen really has ace energy.

all of humanity’s finest achievements in history, poetry, fiction, and science, from Homer to Victor Hugo, from Xenophon to Michelet, from Rabelais to Madame George Sand

There I saw the complete works of Humboldt, the complete Arago, as well as works by Foucault, Henri Sainte-Claire Deville, Chasles, Milne-Edwards, Quatrefages, John Tyndall, Faraday, Berthelot, Father Secchi, Petermann, Commander Maury, Louis Agassiz, etc., plus the transactions of France’s Academy of Sciences, bulletins from the various geographical societies, etc., and in a prime location, those two volumes on the great ocean depths that had perhaps earned me this comparatively charitable welcome from Captain Nemo. Among the works of Joseph Bertrand, his book entitled The Founders of Astronomy ...

Someone needs to make a Captain Nemo reading list.

It’s a kind of nicotine-rich seaweed that the ocean supplies me, albeit sparingly.

Most of Nemo’s ocean lifestyle is semi believable to me but for some reason I draw the line at nicotine-rich seaweed.

There I saw canvases of the highest value, the likes of which I had marveled at in private European collections and art exhibitions.

Wait are we to believe that all these canvass are originals!? Damn I am also in a state of stunned amazement.

They’re my last mementos of those shores that are now dead for me.

Wait didn’t Nemo just say this about the books!? I feel like Nemo has more love for humanity than he says he does.

There I saw a collection of incalculable value that I haven’t time to describe completely.

Spends the next extremely long paragraph describing it in immense detail. I would actually like to go through these lists of art and specimens and find pictures of all of them for some sort of Nemo museum and library moodboard.

But I confess that my curiosity is aroused to the limit by this Nautilus

I followed Captain Nemo, who, via one of the doors cut into the lounge’s canted corners, led me back down the ship’s gangways.

It’s so interesting how the Nautilus really feels like a space ship the way I am imagining and the way that it is described. And that makes so much sense; the sea and space are both impenetrable depths in a way. For some reason I can’t get the Serenity from Firefly out of my head even though I know that the Nautilus is much more refined than that.

“Your stateroom adjoins mine,” he told me, opening a door, “and mine leads into that lounge we’ve just left.”

ummmmmm

Seriously this dynamic is so much gayer than I expected!? Like we we’re doing homoerotic readings of Dracula and Jonathan but this is like that times a thousand.

#voyage of the nautilus #nautilus liveblogs

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