#Henry Petit & Green

[uwmspeccoll]

Decorative Sunday with Henry P. Kirby

These charming sketches are the work of New York architect Henry P. Kirby (1853 - 1915). Architectural Compositions contains fifty loose plates printed on Whatman paper and housed in a portfolio. It was published in Boston in 1892 by Bates, Kimball & Guild, publishers of one of the United State’s leading architectural journals of that time, The Architectural Review (Boston), not to be confused with the longer running Architectural Review still in publication out of London. 

Kirby would have been working as a draftsman for George B. Post at the time of publication, for whom he later worked as lead designer before striking out on his own. Some of the subject matter also evokes Kirby’s time in France, where he studied at the École des Beaux-Arts after training with his father, also an architect. Per the subtitle, some of the sketches were “made in connection with actual projects,” while many were “the result of study during leisure moments.” I found Kirby’s eye for the human elements in his sketches particularly endearing, from the foreground figures to details on the buildings themselves, like open widows and overgrown foliage, or what looks like a duvet cover hanging out to dry (first image above). 

For any music buffs reading, the final sketch includes some bars of "Très-jolie" from the opéra comique smash hit La Fille de Madame Angot. 

Our copy of Architectural Compositions was gifted to UWM by Gustav A. Elgeti in 1966. 

Find more Decorative Sunday posts here.

-Olivia, Special Collections Graduate Intern

#Decorative Sunday #Architectural Compositions #Henry P. Kirby #Henry Petit & Green #Bates Kimball & Guild #The Architectural Review #George B. Post #École des Beaux-Arts #La Fille de Madame Angot #decorative plates #decorative arts #beaux-arts #architecture #architectural drawings #architectural plates #olivia

[forherheart]

it’s been so long - william afton [intro]

pairing: william afton x fem!bodied reader

warnings: smut, degradation, dub-con, non-con, use of alcohol, use of drugs, abuse, age gap, underage

summary: hurricane, utah was a relatively quiet city. home of young new families and older generations looking to spend their final days in peace. that was until a new family eatery opened right in the heart of the town.

the afton’s were a handsome family consisting of five members who each came with their own quirks.

there was evan. a young boy who had dark sandy hair and hazel eyes. he could always be seen with his stuffie in the crook of his arm as if the yellow bear had been his protector.

the afton’s only daughter was a young lady named elizabeth, she was just as precious as the meaning of her name. she resembled her mother in more ways than one with long golden hair and piercing green eyes.

their final child had been given the name michael. michael was an irritable teenager who strongly resembled his father though he never got along with the man. he sported disheveled long brown hair and brown eyes just like his younger brother.

there was then of course the woman who tied the whole family together; a petite woman named clara who stood just a mere five feet tall with short blonde hair that fell just to her shoulders. she was a bubbly woman; quite the opposite of her husband.

last but certainly not least was the patriarch of it all…william afton. the lanky man stood almost a foot and a half taller than his wife. he styled his dark brown hair slicked back with stubble to match.

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william afton was a proud man. ever since he was young he was taught to never ask for help and to never show any sign of weakness. this helped him very much as he struggled his way through school but ended up as one of the most successful graduates.

william and clara got married young once they found out they were pregnant with their first child. they married in a courthouse and very soon after moved from the outsides of south hampton, england to a small city in utah.

the pair hadn’t known anyone so when william went to work for a semi threatening manufacturing factory clara stayed at home spending almost every day with little to no adult contact.

william left for work at five in the morning, he left the house quietly completely disregarding his wife of any affection and clocked in around five-thirty. william left for the bar after work at five-thirty. working twelve hours days was demanding and hard to do but it beat staying home with his newborn.

william typically spent the rest of his nights at a dingy bar just a few blocks away from the home that occupied the two members of his family. william would drink himself silly almost every single day and eventually head home around two o’clock in the morning. until one day.

william hadn’t even made half his way through a tall glass of gin when he heard the boisterous voice of what he would to know as his business partner; henry emily.

emily was a jolly man. he had rosey cheeks and flaxen messy hair that fell across his forehead. he was a meaty man who showed a certain amount of confidence that william had been looking for in a confident. so, when the man sat just a few seats next to him in a bar he had all the intentions to start up a conversation with him.

#william afton #five nights at freddy's #dave miller #michael afton #smut #fnaf x reader #fnaf #matthew lillard #matthew lillard x reader #the man behind the slaughter #william afton x reader #dark #dead dove do not eat #slasher #michael afton x reader

[une-sanz-pluis]

Philippa of England, Queen of Norway, Denmark and Sweden

Philippa of England was the youngest daughter and last child of Henry of Lancaster and Mary de Bohun, Earl and Countess of Derby, and was born on, or shortly before, 1 July 1394, when her mother died from complications in childbirth. Little is known of Philippa’s early childhood but when her father usurped the throne in 1399, becoming Henry IV, her future changed dramatically. No longer the youngest daughter of an earl, she was now a princess.

The new king almost immediately began searching for marriage alliances for his two daughters. 1401 saw Henry enter into marriage negotiations with Margrete of Denmark for Philippa to marry Margrete’s adoptive son and heir, Erik of Pomerania. Like Henry, Margrete was hoping for an alliance to strengthen her domestic position and that of the fledgling Kalmar Union of Norway, Denmark and Sweden. It wasn’t until 1405 that the marriage was formally agreed upon and in December, Philippa was proclaimed Queen of Norway, Denmark and Sweden. In August 1406, the 12-year-old Philippa sailed from England in August 1406. She married Erik at the cathedral of Lund, and her coronation soon followed. Famously, Philippa is the first documented European princess to wear white at her wedding.

She spent the next three years at Kalmar Castle in Sweden, the first year under the guidance of Katarina Knutsdotter (the granddaughter of Saint Birgitta of Sweden), and probably owing in no small part to her youth, Philippa remained in the sidelines of rule until Margrete’s death in 1412. She retained close ties to Sweden, serving as Erik’s de facto regent there, and was the only queen of the Kalmar Union to ever achieve popularity in Sweden. Of particular note is her patronage of Vadstenna Abbey, the motherhouse of the Bridgettine Order. She often stayed there when in Sweden, was a generous patron, and petitioned the pope multiple times on the Order's behalf, even enlisting the support of her brother, Henry V of England. In 1425, Philippa donated a choir dedicated to St. Anne, where she was later buried. This may have had particular significance for Philippa, as she had no surviving children..

Philippa was deeply involved in the rule of all three kingdoms of the Kalmar Union. In 1420, demonstrating Erik’s trust in her, it was decided that she would serve as regent to his heir, Bogislaw of Pomerania, should the marriage remain childless, and her widow’s pension would effectively give her a ‘queendom’ in Sweden. In 1423, Erik went on pilgrimage and Philippa served as his regent, with all power that entailed, until his return in 1425. She also obtained the resources and support Erik needed for his war against the Hanseatic League. Indeed, it was Philippa who organised the defence of Copenhagen against the bombardment of the Hanseatic League in 1428 to great acclaim.

In late 1429, Philippa, apparently in good health, travelled to Sweden to secure further support for the war against the Hanseatic League. She was staying in Vadstena Abbey when she fell seriously ill and died on the night of 5 and 6 January 1430, possibly following a stillbirth. Philippa was remembered almost universally favourably, a reputation that was surely deserved.

Sources: Paris, Bibliothèque Nationale, MS Lat. 17294), "Filippa, drottning", Svenskt kvinnobiografiskt lexikon (article by Charlotte Cederbom), Steinar Imsen, “Late Medieval Scandinavian Queenship”. Queens and Queenship in Medieval Europe, Mary Anne Everett Green, Lives of the princesses of England from the Norman conquest, Vol 3.

#philippa of england #edits #on this day #historyedit #henry iv #henry v #medieval scandinavia #kalmar union

[todaysdocument]

Discharge Petition for H.R. 7152, the Civil Rights Act of 1964

Record Group 233: Records of the U.S. House of RepresentativesSeries: General Records

This item, H.R. 7152, the Civil Rights Act of 1964, faced strong opposition in the House Rules Committee. Howard Smith, Chairman of the committee, refused to schedule hearings for the bill. Emanuel Celler, Chairman of the Judiciary Committee, attempted to use this discharge petition to move the bill out of committee without holding hearings. The petition failed to gain the required majority of Congress (218 signatures), but forced Chairman Smith to schedule hearings.

88th CONGRESS. House of Representatives No. 5 Motion to Discharge a Committee from the Consideration of a RESOLUTION (State whether bill, joint resolution, or resolution) December 9, 1963 To the Clerk of the House of Representatives: Pursuant to Clause 4 of Rule XXVII (see rule on page 7), I EMANUEL CELLER (Name of Member), move to discharge to the Commitee on RULES (Committee) from the consideration of the RESOLUTION; H. Res. 574 entitled, a RESOLUTION PROVIDING FOR THE CONSIDERATION OF THE BILL (H. R. 7152) which was referred to said committee November 27, 1963 in support of which motion the undersigned Members of the House of Representatives affix their signatures, to wit: 1. Emanuel Celler 2. John J. Rooney 3. Seymour Halpern 4. James G Fulton 5. Thomas W Pelly 6. Robt N. C. Nix 7. Jeffery Cohelan 8. W A Barrett 9. William S. Mailiard 10. 11. Augustus F. Hawkins 12. Otis G. Pike 13. Benjamin S Rosenthal 14. Spark M Matsunaga 15. Frank M. Clark 16. William L Dawson 17. Melvin Price 18. John C. Kluczynski 19. Barratt O'Hara 20. George E. Shipley 21. Dan Rostenkowski 22. Ralph J. Rivers[page] 2 23. Everett G. Burkhalter 24. Robert L. Leggett 25. William L St Onge 26. Edward P. Boland 27. Winfield K. Denton 28. David J. Flood 29. 30. Lucian N. Nedzi 31. James Roosevelt 32. Henry C Reuss 33. Charles S. Joelson 34. Samuel N. Friedel 35. George M. Rhodes 36. William F. Ryan 37. Clarence D. Long 38. Charles C. Diggs Jr 39. Morris K. Udall 40. Wm J. Randall 41. 42. Donald M. Fraser 43. Joseph G. Minish 44. Edith Green 45. Neil Staebler 46. 47. Ralph R. Harding 48. Frank M. Karsten 49. 50. John H. Dent 51. John Brademas 52. John E. Moss 53. Jacob H. Gilbert 54. Leonor K. Sullivan 55. John F. Shelley 56. 57. Lionel Van Deerlin 58. Carlton R. Sickles 59. 60. Edward R. Finnegan 61. Julia Butler Hansen 62. Richard Bolling 63. Ken Heckler 64. Herman Toll 65. Ray J Madden 66. J Edward Roush 67. James A. Burke 68. Frank C. Osmers Jr 69. Adam Powell 70. 71. Fred Schwengel 72. Philip J. Philiben 73. Byron G. Rogers 74. John F. Baldwin 75. Joseph Karth 76. 77. Roland V. Libonati 78. John V. Lindsay 79. Stanley R. Tupper 80. Joseph M. McDade 81. Wm Broomfield 82. 83. 84. Robert J Corbett 85. 86. Craig Hosmer87. Robert N. Giaimo 88. Claude Pepper 89. William T Murphy 90. George H. Fallon 91. Hugh L. Carey 92. Robert T. Secrest 93. Harley O. Staggers 94. Thor C. Tollefson 95. Edward J. Patten 96. 97. Al Ullman 98. Bernard F. Grabowski 99. John A. Blatnik 100. 101. Florence P. Dwyer 102. Thomas L. ? 103. 104. Peter W. Rodino 105. Milton W. Glenn 106. Harlan Hagen 107. James A. Byrne 108. John M. Murphy 109. Henry B. Gonzalez 110. Arnold Olson 111. Harold D Donahue 112. Kenneth J. Gray 113. James C. Healey 114. Michael A Feighan 115. Thomas R. O'Neill 116. Alphonzo Bell 117. George M. Wallhauser 118. Richard S. Schweiker 119. 120. Albert Thomas 121. 122. Graham Purcell 123. Homer Thornberry 124. 125. Leo W. O'Brien 126. Thomas E. Morgan 127. Joseph M. Montoya 128. Leonard Farbstein 129. John S. Monagan 130. Brad Morse 131. Neil Smith 132. Harry R. Sheppard 133. Don Edwards 134. James G. O'Hara 135. 136. Fred B. Rooney 137. George E. Brown Jr. 138. 139. Edward R. Roybal 140. Harris. B McDowell jr. 141. Torbert H. McDonall 142. Edward A. Garmatz 143. Richard E. Lankford 144. Richard Fulton 145. Elizabeth Kee 146. James J. Delaney 147. Frank Thompson Jr 148. 149. Lester R. Johnson 150. Charles A. Buckley4 151. Richard T. Hanna 152. James Corman 153. Paul A Fino 154. Harold M. Ryan 155. Martha W. Griffiths 156. Adam E. Konski 157. Chas W. Wilson 158. Michael J. Kewan 160. Alex Brooks 161. Clark W. Thompson 162. John D. Gringell [?] 163. Thomas P. Gill 164. Edna F. Kelly 165. Eugene J. Keogh 166 John. B. Duncan 167. Elmer J. Dolland 168. Joe Caul 169. Arnold Olsen 170. Monte B. Fascell [?] 171. [not deciphered] 172. J. Dulek 173. Joe W. [undeciphered] 174. J. J. Pickle [Numbers 175 through 214 are blank]

#archivesgov #December 12 #1963 #civil rights #civil rights act of 1964 #1960s

[silverhallow]

"A dream come true."

Sorry this took a while, my muse was being fickle…

But I hope you enjoy it

Benedict had stopped believing in fairytales when his father died but it didn’t stop him hoping that he would one day get to experience the love that his parents had shared but after his father died he figured that it would never happen for him. In the 10 years since his father died he’d not found anyone who even made feel even a small fragment of what he’d always been told it felt like.

But all that changed 9 months ago at his mother’s charity ball. He didn’t want to go, but there was not a lot that he would not do for his mother.

So he’d suited himself up and dragged himself along with the intention of only stopping for an hour and escaping but that changed not 30 minutes in when the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life had walked in and everything he’d been told by his mother and his father about what love felt like…

He felt everything in that moment, the moment he looked into her beautiful green eyes he was a goner…

They’d danced, they’d flirted, fallen in love and kissed on the balcony but at midnight, as the clock chimed, she’d fled. He’d never even gotten her name but she’d changed his life and he spent the next 9 months searching for her.

He felt lost, more lost than he had ever felt in his life. He finally understood what his mother went through and this girl he was sure wasn’t dead, just gone from the face of the earth.

He looked everywhere, he was devastated at losing her. He fell into a pit of despair, he couldn’t work, his art was suffering because all he could paint and draw was her, trying to commit her to his memory or even paper to make sure that she was real.

If it wasn’t for the photographer that his mother had hired, catching a photo of her coming in and her running away he’d have thought he’d made the whole thing up.

Anthony and Kate had tried to help him find her, his mother had tried to help as well but as the woman didn’t seem to have an invite and no one remembered seeing her come in but she came in later than the rest of the guests.

For months Benedict went to his mother’s parties looking for her, he looked everywhere that he could think of.

But after 9 months he’d lost hope. London was a big place and easy to hide but he had been sure she’d felt the same connection, that she’d felt the same but it was just the idea of being discovered that made her flea and he had no idea why.

9 months of looking everywhere for what felt like a ghost and Henry had finally gotten fed up with Benedict's moping and not getting anywhere that he decided to drag his friend out.

He had been itching to go the Penwood’s new restaurant, he’d heard good things about the food and it was an open kitchen and he’d heard good things about the new chef and owner.

Benedict had not been convinced but he went anyway, he knew he had to start getting back out there, living his life again and stop looking for his mystery woman in silver.

Benedict had not been expecting it to change his life once again.

He and Henry had made their way into the packed restaurant and as he walked in, Benedict felt the same sensations all over again, the same sensations that he’d felt the night he’d met his mystery woman.

He looked around but he couldn’t see anyone that fit the description, so he had to wonder if he was just imagining things so he decided he was just going to enjoy his dinner.

His food was incredible, he’d enjoyed every bite of the food and it felt like a hug to his soul, his heart felt complete, it was a strange sensation. Each bite of food felt like he’d held his mystery woman in his arms, it had felt like that night.

Henry had been blown away by the food, they’d talked about it and he’d called one of the waitresses over and asked if they could pass their compliments onto the chef directly.

The waitress said she’d see but a few moments later she was coming back with a petite woman, and Benedict froze as he saw her.

His mouth fell open and he recognised her instantly and it looked like from the way she froze, that she knew it was him. “This is Chef Sophie, our owner” the waitress said

“I…” he stammered.

“The food was incredible Chef, honestly, this was the most incredible meal i’ve ever eaten. It felt like you were able to fill my soul… Benedict said it was like a dream!”

“I…” he stammered again

“It… it’s okay, i’m glad you liked the food. It’s…” the blonde replied nervously.

“It’s you…” Benedict finally stuttered “I’ve… I've been looking for you for the last 9 months!”

Henry nearly dropped his glass of wine he was just about to take a drink from “w…what? She…”

“I should go… i’ve got…” she replied before not finishing her sentence and running back to the kitchen.

Benedict wanted to go after her but at the same time he didn’t want to cause a scene. This was her restaurant and he didn’t want to be thrown out by security.

Henry looked at him in shock at the revelation that the chef was the woman from the party.

“This… this is just…” Benedict said, shaking his head in shock as the waitress came back a few moments later whilst Benedict had been explaining to Henry what had happened and how he was sure that Sophie was the woman from the party.

The waitress looked around before coming closer to the table “excuse me… sir?”

“Yes?” Benedict said as he looked at her

“I just… Sophie will kill me for this but she’s my step-sister and I can’t let this go because she told me about that party and meeting you, not that she realised it was you at the time but she finishes at midnight, the restaurant closes at 11 and she’ll finish cleaning but she’ll be done at midnight if you want to talk to her. I am sure she’ll listen to you if you wait for her… It’s not my place to explain what happened or why she left but… just… i thought you should know” she said with a shy smile before putting the bill on the table and dashing back off to deal with another customer.

Henry looked at him “are you going to wait for her?”

“I have to, Hen, I can't let her get away again. We had a connection. There was something there that… I don’t know… I am sure she felt too… but if she didn’t… then it will at least give me some closure and I can try and move on with my life…”

And that was how Benedict found himself waiting outside Penwood's just before midnight, hoping that the waitress wasn’t trying to humiliate him.

He felt sick as he waited, watching the lights go out in the restaurant and the door open and Sophie appearing with the redheaded girl who had been their waitress.

“Hi…” Sophie said a little shyly “Posy told me she'd told you to come… I wasn’t sure if you would or not…”

“Well, I wasn’t sure if it was all some sort of sick joke or not… but I had to try and at least see” Benedict said

“I’ll leave you two to talk… Hugh is just there, text me when you get home” she said giving her step-sister a hug as she nodded

“Walk with me?” Sophie said “i’m just around the corner anyway…”

“Oh right… sure” Benedict said following her.

They walked in silence for a bit before Sophie was the one who finally broke it “I guess I owe you an explanation as to why i just… fled…”

“It would be nice… you just disappeared off the face of the earth, we couldn’t trace your invite…”

“That would be because my step-mother stole my invite and my friend helped me get in on hers” Sophie said “and I had to get back before my step-mother did otherwise i’d have been in trouble…”

“But you’re an adult…?” he said to her looking confused.

“That may be the case but until about 8 months ago when my father’s will was located I was basically her slave… she had me in the restaurants at stupid hours doing all the cleaning and the prep…” Sophie explained

“But you… you could have reached out, I mean you knew who I was”

“I know but Benedict… you’re a Bridgerton. I’m basically a bastard. My father met my mother when she was a waitress at Penwood’s when his father owned it. He didn’t know about me til I was 3 when my mother died… he raised me since then but when he died when I was 15 Araminta was left in charge of me… his will had never been found. A man like you… doesn’t belong with someone like me who has no qualifications and at the time had no money, no future…” Sophie said sadly

“That wasn’t for you to decide… but Sophie, you could have reached out after… when it was found, when it was sorted. I’ve been looking for you for 9 months…” Benedict said, sounding hurt.

Sophie sighed “I was scared I’ve always been made feel like I am burden, like no one wants me… i was worried that if i reached out, you’d see who I was and not want me and I wanted that one magical night, that night that was like a dream come true, to be a happy memory, to be the highlight of my life… and then tonight… I saw you again… I felt you walking in and saw you walking across my restaurant…”

“I thought I felt you too… that tingle… magic almost…” He said “i’d promised Henry that I’d get out, that i’d try and get myself back to normal, to try and forget you and then I walk into your restaurant, of all the restaurants in London… I’ve been desperate to come since you opened 6 months ago but something was holding me back…”

“I didn’t actually start working as a Chef proper until this week, I was working behind the scenes getting it up and running, I wanted to bring it back to it’s former glory like it was under my father and it’s took a while… but it… it’s like everything has just fallen into place…” Sophie said with a shy smile.

“Look, I know this is out there but you just said you felt it too… there's clearly something between us… I don’t give two shits about your past, I don’t. You’re incredible and you make me feel things I've never felt before and I don’t care that Chef’s hours suck. I’m an artist, I can work whenever… but there is something between us… I would like… if you’d allow me to… to take you out… to maybe go on a proper date, get to know one another better… see where this takes us?” he asked hopefully.

Sophie smiled at him, “i’d like that… but if you want… you can come in for a coffee? We can talk some more?”

“I’d like that” Benedict said as he waited for her to unlock the door, feeling like finally, everything he’d been waiting for, everything he’d ever wanted in life was right in front of him.

And from that night… they were never apart, they moved in together within 2 months of getting reacquainted and were engaged to be married within 6 months.

It was A Real Dream Come True.

#bridgerton #bridgerton drabble #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #benophie #Benophie drabble #benedict x sophie

[alexlacquemanne]

Février MMXXIV

Films

Maigret voit rouge (1963) de Gilles Grangier avec Jean Gabin, Michel Constantin, Vittorio Sanipoli, Paul Frankeur, Guy Decomble, Françoise Fabian, Paulette Dubost, Laurence Badie, Roland Armontel et Jacques Dynam

L’Étau (Topaz) (1969) d'Alfred Hitchcock avec Frederick Stafford, Dany Robin, Claude Jade, Michel Subor, Karin Dor, John Vernon, Michel Piccoli, Philippe Noiret et John Forsythe

Flic Story (1975) de Jacques Deray avec Alain Delon, Jean-Louis Trintignant, Renato Salvatori, Claudine Auger, Maurice Biraud, André Pousse, Mario David et Paul Crauchet

Poupoupidou (2011) de Gérald Hustache-Mathieu avec Jean-Paul Rouve, Sophie Quinton, Guillaume Gouix, Olivier Rabourdin, Joséphine de Meaux, Arsinée Khanjian, Clara Ponsot et Éric Ruf

Air Force One (1997) de Wolfgang Petersen avec Harrison Ford, Gary Oldman, Glenn Close, Wendy Crewson, Liesel Matthews, Paul Guilfoyle, William H. Macy et Dean Stockwell

Bob Marley: One Love (2024) de Reinaldo Marcus Green avec Kingsley Ben-Adir, Lashana Lynch, James Norton, Henry Douthwaite, Sevana, Hector Lewis et Tosin Cole

Sister Act (1992) d'Emile Ardolino avec Whoopi Goldberg, Maggie Smith, Kathy Najimy, Wendy Makkena, Mary Wickes, Harvey Keitel, Bill Nunn et Robert Miranda

Astérix : Le Domaine des dieux (2014) d'Alexandre Astier et Louis Clichy avec Roger Carel, Lorànt Deutsch, Guillaume Briat, Alexandre Astier, Alain Chabat, Élie Semoun, Géraldine Nakache, Artus de Penguern, Lionnel Astier et François Morel

Race for Glory: Audi vs. Lancia (2024) de Stefano Mordini avec Riccardo Scamarcio, Daniel Brühl, Volker Bruch, Katie Clarkson-Hill, Esther Garrel, Gianmaria Martini : Hannu Mikkola et Haley Bennett

Buster (1988) de David Green avec Phil Collins, Julie Walters, Larry Lamb, Stephanie Lawrence, Ellie Beaven, Michael Attwell, Ralph Brown et Anthony Quayle

Laura (1944) d'Otto Preminger avec Gene Tierney, Dana Andrews, Clifton Webb, Vincent Price, Judith Anderson, Dorothy Adams et Lane Chandler

Séries

Affaires sensibles

Présidentielle de 1995 : un scandale d'Etat - Michèle Mouton, le Groupe B et les Finlandais volants - Les Ecoutes de la République - La secte du temple solaire, le drame d’une société secrète - Munich 1972 : destin tragique d'un rêve olympique - Les révoltés des Jeux olympiques - Le crash de la Germanwings - Alexandre Litvinenko, victime d’un permis de tuer - Martin Luther King : la naissance d’une icône - Martin Luther King : du rêve au cauchemar - Dans l'ombre de Gérard Lebovici - Macron 2017, le traitre méthodique - Kurt Cobain, portrait d’une génération - Crash au mont Saint Odile

Maguy Saison 1

Rose et Marguerite, c'est le bouquet - Babar et Bécassine se mènent en bateau - Docteur j'abuse - L'union fait le divorce - L'annonce faite à Maguy - Le coupe-Georges - Amoral, morale et demie - Cinquante bougies, ça vous éteint ! - A visage redécouvert'' - Le serment d'hypocrite - Tu me trompes ou je me trompe ? - Comment boire sans déboires - Un veuf brouillé - Le père Noël dans ses petits souliers - L'emprunt ruse - Tous les couples sont permis - L'amant de la famille - Travail, famille, pas triste - Blague de fiançailles - Macho, boulot, dodo - Mi-flic, mi-raisin - Trop polyvalent pour être honnête - La traîtresse de maison - Les trois font la paire - Un grain peut en cacher un autre - La quittance déloyale - Belle-mère, tel fils - Manège à quatre - Comme un neveu sur la soupe - Toutou, mais pas ça ! - A corde et à cri - Jamais deux sans quatre - L'amant comme il respire - Le chômage, ça vous travaille ? - La faillite nous voilà ! - Le divin divan - Toubib or not toubib - L'écolo est fini - Loto, route du bonheur

La croisière s'amuse Saison 2

Un contrat en or - Le Magicien - Copie confuse - Un travail d'équipe - Accrochez-vous au bastingage - Le Célèbre Triangle - Joyeux Anniversaire : première partie - Il y a si longtemps déjà - Passion - Un coup de roulis - Docteur, vous êtes fou - La Petite Illusion - Donne moi ma chance - Qui vivra verra - Réunion de travail : deuxième partie - Méfiez vous de votre meilleure amie - Vague à l'âme - L'amour est aveugle - Chassé croisé

Downton Abbey Saison 6

À l'aube d'un nouveau monde - Le Piège des émotions - En pleine effervescence - Une histoire moderne - Plus de peur que de mal - En toute franchise - Aller de l'avant - Les Sœurs ennemies - Le Plus Beau des cadeaux

Kaamelott Livre IV

Le Jeu de la guerre - Le Rêve d’Ygerne - Les Chaperons - L’Habitué - Le Camp romain - L’Usurpateur - Loth et le Graal - Le Paladin - Perceval fait ritournelle - La Dame et le Lac - Beaucoup de bruit pour rien - L’Ultimatum - Le Oud II - La Répétition - Le Discours - Le Choix de Gauvain - Fluctuat nec mergitur - Le Face-à-face : première partie - Le Face-à-face : deuxième partie - L’Entente cordiale - L’Approbation - Alone in the Dark II - La Blessure d’Yvain - Corpore sano II - L’Enchanteur - Les Bien Nommés - La Prisonnière - Les Paris III - Les Plaques de dissimulation - Le Vice de forme - Le Renoncement première partie - Le Renoncement deuxième partie - L’Inspiration - Les Endettés - Double Dragon - Le Sauvetage - Le Désordre et la Nuit

Coffre à Catch

#153 : Finlay, le retour ! - #154 : Gloire aux Heels ! - #155 : Les débuts historiques de Sheamus ! - #156 : Les Bella Twins arrivent à la ECW ! - #18 ; CM Punk continue d'impressionner & quelqu'un fait du vélo ! - #12 : Le Push de CM Punk + Bsahtek le Bikini !

Castle Saison 4

Sexpionnage - Jeux de pouvoir - Une vie de chien - Le Papillon Blue - Pandore, première partie - Pandore, deuxième partie - Il était une fois un crime - Danse avec la mort - 47 secondes - Au service de sa majesté - Chasseurs de têtes - Mort vivant - Jusqu'à la mort s'il le faut

Les Brigades du Tigre Saison 1

Ce siècle avait sept ans… - Nez de chien - Les Vautours - Visite incognito - La Confrérie des loups - La Main noire

Alfred Hitchcock présente Saison 2, 6

Incident de parcours - Pièce de musée - Reconnaissance

The Grand Tour Saison 5

Trop de sable

La ville Noire

Première partie - Deuxième partie

Les Petits Meurtres d'Agatha Christie Saison 3

Mortel Karma

Spectacles

Monsieur chasse (1978) de Alain Feydeau avec Michel Roux, William Sabatier, Françoise Fleury, Yvonne Gaudeau, Pierre Mirat, Xavier Vanderberghe, Michel Mayou, Bernard Durand et Roland Oberlin

La Bagatelle (1977) de Jean Meyer avec Amarande, Patrick Préjean, Jacques Balutin, Brigitte Chamarande Bel, René Lefevre, Pierre Aufrey et Didier Roussel

Femmes en colère (2023) de Stéphane Hillel avec Lisa Martino, Gilles Kneusé, Hugo Lebreton, Nathalie Boutefeu, Fabrice de la Villehervé, Sophie Artur, Clément Koch, Magali Lange, Aude Thirion et Béatrice Michel

La Pélerine écossaise (1972) de Sacha Guitry avec Jean Piat, Geneviève Casile, Philippe Etesse, Robert Manuel, Raymond Baillet, Françoise Petit, Alain Souchères, Janine Roux et Ly Sary

Livres

Piège de chaleur de Richard Castle

Spirou et Fantasio, tome 15 : Z comme Zorglub de André Franquin, Jidéhem et Greg

Kaamelott, tome 1 : L'Armée du Nécromant d'Alexandre Astier, Benoît Bekaert et Steven Dupré

OSS 117 : Tactique Arctique de Jean Bruce

Astérix, tome 17 : Le Domaine des dieux de René Goscinny et Albert Uderzo

#mediatheque #fevrier24

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue April 15, 1966

On the roof of the Royal Pavilion in Brighton…Franco-American actress Leslie Caron in shorts, striped harem pajamas, a small white kaftan trimmed in green. By Fernando Sanchez for Warner. Pajamas, from Dacron and Avron. Coat, in Arnel and Du Pont nylon (Stehli fabric).

Sur le toit du Royal Pavilion de Brighton …L'actrice franco américaine Leslie Caron en short, pyjama sarouel rayé, un petit caftan blanc gansé de vert. Par Fernando Sanchez pour Warner. Pyjamas, de Dacron et Avron. Manteau, en nylon Arnel et Du Pont (tissu de Stehli).

Photo Henry Clarke

vogue archive

#us vogue #april 1966 #fashion 60s #1966 #spring summer #french actress #american actress #leslie caron #fernando sanchez #dacron #du pont #stehli fabric #avron #henry clarke #arnel #pyjama sarouel #harem pajamas #caftan #kaftan #brighton

[stroebe2]

2022 favorites

albums/eps :

Once Twice Melody - Beach House

Ramona Park Broke My Heart - Vince Staples

CRASH - Charli XCX

CAPRISONGS - Fka Twigs

No Stylist - Destroy Lonely

Stardust - Yung Lean

Palaces - Flume

Fantasy - Jacques Greene

Icons - Two Shell

Palaces of Pity - Malibu

Crest - Bladee & Ecco2k

Cry Sugar - Hudson Mohawke

Dawn FM - The Weeknd

X - Ken Carson

Eternal Intervals - Braga Circuit

to hell with it - PinkPantheress (2021)

Agor - Koreless (2021)

Galore - oklou (2020)

movies :

The Wicker Man (1973) - Robin Hardy

Inherent Vice (2014) - Paul Thomas Anderson

All the President's Men (1976) - Alan J. Pakula

Crash (1996) - David Cronenberg

L.A. Confidential (1997) - Curtis Hanson

Investigation of a Citizen Above Suspicion (1970) - Elio Petri

I… For Icarus (1979) - Henri Verneuil

Carrie (1976) - Brian de Palma

Salò, or the 120 Days of Sodom (1975) - Pier Paolo Pasolini

Suspiria (1977) - Dario Argento

Dog Day Afternoon (1975) - Sidney Lumet

Westworld (1973) - Michael Crichton

Rosetta (1999) - Dardenne brothers

Videodrome (1983) - David Cronenberg

Blow Out (1981) - Brian de Palma

After Hours (1985) - Martin Scorcese

The Parallax View (1974) - Alan J. Pakula

THX 1138 (1971) - George Lucas

Candyman (1992) - Bernard Rose

The Thing (1982) - John Carpenter

documentaries :

Blackfish (2013)

jeen-yuhs: A Kanye Trilogy (2022) (LOL 🖕 )

JFK: Destiny Betrayed (2021)

Children of Salò (2002)

Mirage Men (2013)

The Beginning: Making ‘Episode I’ (2001)

Disney Channel’s Theme: A History Mystery (2022)

Petites (2021)

Innommable - L’affaire Dutroux (2021)

books/reads : 

CHAOS: Charles Manson, the CIA, and the Secret History of the Sixties - Tom O’Neill

THE CALIFORNIAN IDEOLOGY - Richard Barbrook, Andy Cameron

Programmed to Kill: The Politics of Serial Murder - David McGowan

La Septième Obsession - Twin Peaks

La Septième Obsession - James Cameron

Jurassic Park: The Ultimate Visual History

Les dossiers X - Annemie Bulté, Douglas De Coninck, Marie-Jeanne Van Heeswyck

Fire & Blood - George R.R. Martin

L’Europe de 1815 à nos jours - Jean-Baptiste Duroselle

La pipe de Maigret - Georges Simenon

Les protecteurs - Jean Nicolas

podcasts :

Otherworld

Ghost Stories For The End Of The World

Blowback

TrueAnon

Programmed to Chill

Subliminal Jihad

#im missing things for sure but. nice to write down things

[msilwrites]

Sequel to: ASCENT - Defying Desire (ODD WOMEN Series) a 3AM update - THREE

A/N: Hello, everyone! I wanted to give you a heads-up that we have some steamy moments ahead. We'll be diving into the minds of our characters through flashbacks to unravel what the male lead was thinking and explore the dynamics of their past relationship. Additionally, we'll delve into the current journey of our female lead, offering insight into her thoughts and experiences.

You can read the previous chapter at;

Defying Desire - TWO

Defying Desire THREE

Henry sat at his desk, surrounded by a mountain of paperwork, when his eyes landed on a lush green plant on the windowsill. Its vibrant leaves reminded him of Sage, and memories from their first meeting flooded his mind. It was a picturesque garden reception where he first laid eyes on her.

Sage effortlessly stood out in the crowd, her petite frame elevated by the graceful sway of her midi dress. The choice of her attire, unlike the revealing outfits he was accustomed to, emanated an understated allure that captivated Henry's attention. Yet, it was not merely the dress that drew him in, but the way Sage carried herself with innate poise and confidence. Amidst the bustling garden reception, she appeared serene and composed, navigating the event with an elegant grace that belied her petite stature. Every step she took, guided by her heels, seemed to exude a quiet assurance, leaving an indelible impression on Henry's memory. The way she carried herself with a quiet sensuality. Her subtle confidence and graceful movements left an indelible impression, making him yearn to uncover the layers of her enigmatic charm.

Henry remembered how Sage effortlessly engaged in conversations, her warm demeanor and infectious laughter creating an atmosphere of joy and camaraderie. She would mingle with children and other guests, leaving behind a trail of smiles. But after each interaction, she would retreat to a secluded corner, finding solace in the tranquility and indulging in the delectable offerings from the buffet tables.

It was Sage's enigmatic presence that captivated Henry. She possessed a rare ability to find comfort in solitude, her keen observation and deep understanding of human nature shining through. Their conversations, when they had them, were filled with laughter and sparked by Sage's sharp wit and unique perspectives.

Despite his attempts to move on, Sage remained a lingering thought in Henry's mind. Her deliberate removal of herself from his digital world left him frustrated and puzzled. He couldn't fathom how Sage could be content and thriving without him. The mere idea challenged his ego and ignited a curiosity that refused to subside.

While Henry continued his pursuit of fleeting pleasures and superficial experiences, he couldn't shake the notion of Sage finding fulfillment in her introverted nature. She embraced her creative pursuits, finding solace and inspiration in the beauty of her own company.

As time passed, Henry's frustration grew, and his curiosity intensified. Sage became an enigma, a puzzle he yearned to solve. He questioned whether she missed him, still thought of him, or had found solace in the arms of someone new. The thought of Sage moving on without him, finding her own happiness and fulfillment, left a lingering ache within him.

The stark contrast between their lifestyles became more apparent with each passing day. While Henry chased shallow pleasures, Sage nurtured her inner world, embracing her introverted nature. She flourished in her creative endeavors, reveling in the elegance of her solitude.

In moments of reflection, Henry began to question his own choices and actions. He realized the possibility that he had taken Sage for granted, failing to appreciate the depth and beauty she carried within her. The realization grew stronger, leaving him with a profound sense of loss for something truly extraordinary.

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*DREAM POV* Sage slowly opened her eyes, greeted by the soft morning light filtering through the windows. A smile spread across her face as she saw Henry lying beside her, the sheets barely covering his muscular frame. His dark, tousled hair framed his handsome face, accentuating his long lashes and adding to his irresistible charm. A warm feeling stirred within Sage, awakening her desire.

Henry's eyes fluttered open, brimming with playful mischief as they locked onto Sage's gaze. Closing the distance between them, their lips met in a passionate kiss. With a mischievous grin, he playfully murmured against her lips, "Your choice of clothes always adds an exciting touch, Sage. They can be conservative or a bit challenging to take off."

Filled with excitement, Henry decided to skip the buttoned struggle of Sage's pajama top. Instead, he focused on removing her dark blue pajama pants, eager to reveal more of her enticing form. Swiftly, he pulled them down, exposing her bare legs. In a spontaneous move, he tore off her white cotton knickers, earning a scolding from Sage. But he quickly promised to make it right by getting her a replacement. Tension filled the air as he lifted the pajama top, revealing the captivating sight of her ample bosom.

Their lips collided once more, the kiss deepening into a passionate embrace. Henry's hands explored Sage's curves, finding their way to her generous bosom. With skilled and sensual movements, he caressed and teased, evoking a symphony of moans from her lips. Waves of pleasure surged through her body, intensifying their passionate connection.

Henry's lips traced a path of tender kisses along Sage's neck, discovering the exquisitely sensitive spot that never failed to excite her. A playful nip sent pleasurable sensations coursing through her, eliciting a breathless gasp. Gradually, he descended to her ample breast, relishing every moment as his mouth explored its contours. Sage's breath quickened in response, a testament to the heightened pleasure she experienced.

Moving further, Henry's fingertips traced a tantalizing path until they reached the centre of her delicate folds that held immense pleasure. With skilled precision, he massaged Sage's core, his fingers moving in circular motions that increased her arousal. As his mouth descended, his lips and tongue lavished attention on her most sensitive spot, evoking moans of delight from Sage. Lost in the throes of pleasure, her breathing grew heavy, signaling the mounting intensity as she approached the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Henry's mouth remained devoted to Sage's core, intensifying her sensations and driving her pleasure to new heights. The intensity of his gaze locked with hers, forging an unbreakable connection that enhanced their shared experience. As their eyes met in a heated exchange, the combination of his intimate exploration and their unwavering connection heightened Sage's pleasure, leading to a breathtaking climax that left her trembling with deep fulfillment.

Sage's body convulsed with the sheer power of her climax, and an overwhelming desire to pull away surged within her. The intensity threatened to overwhelm her senses, tempting her to seek a temporary escape. However, Henry's unwavering attention and firm grip on her waist held her in place, grounding her in the moment and assuring her safety. Despite her instinctual urge, she couldn't resist being captivated by the intoxicating pleasure that coursed through her, surrendering to its irresistible allure.

With a seductive greeting, Henry whispered a sultry "Good morning" to Sage as slowly moved back up from her core and took his time on her body. His mouth continued its journey along her curves, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake. A gentle nip on her breast elicited a gasp of pleasure, and as he reached her face, he tenderly kissed her cheek. Sage's breath caught as she savored the aftermath of their passionate encounter, her body gradually regaining composure while their eyes remained locked in a scintillating connection.

*END OF DREAM*

As the rain continued to fall outside, Sage slowly woke up from her nap on the couch. She wiped away a few tears from her eyes as she wakes up from the intense dream she had just experienced. It was a memory of a passionate moment she had shared with Henry, stirring up a mix of longing and resignation within her.

Feeling a heaviness in her chest, Sage sighed and sat up from the couch. The raindrops on the windowpane caught her attention, and she found solace in these quiet moments of being alone with her thoughts. Memories of her past relationship with Henry flooded her mind, blending with the rhythmic sound of the rain. She thought about how she had always stayed true to herself, refusing to play games or pretend to be someone she wasn't.

Henry had wanted her to change her to fit his ideal, but Sage couldn't bring herself to play along. She valued being genuine and sincere above all else. As their relationship progressed, Henry discovered her vulnerabilities and insecurities, which disappointed him. He had expected her to be more enigmatic and challenging to get closer to. Sage couldn't help but feel uncertain about whether she had revealed too much too soon, questioning her own worth and wondering if she should have been more guarded.

Wiping away the last of her tears, Sage stood up from the couch, letting go of the lingering emotions from her dream. She found comfort in the gentle rain outside, its soothing sound serving as a backdrop for her introspection. Lost in her thoughts, she gazed at the raindrops falling down the windowpane, allowing herself to reflect and heal.

Sage couldn't easily forget about Henry, even though she had blocked him on social media and deleted his number from her phone. It had been months since their breakup, yet his presence still lingered in her thoughts, leaving her wondering why it was so hard to move on.

One of the reasons that made it tough was Henry's undeniable good looks. He was incredibly handsome, attractive, and charming. Sage had always considered herself lucky to have caught the eye of someone like him. The physical chemistry they shared was intense, and their intimate moments were filled with passion. Those memories kept replaying in her mind, creating a longing she couldn't easily shake off.

Sage had always tried her best to be true to herself while being with Henry. However, there were moments when she felt the need to compromise. She questioned whether she had given up too much of herself to meet his expectations and keep the relationship going. It was a struggle between staying authentic and fitting into the dynamics of their connection.

The challenges Sage faced in letting go were complex. She wondered why it was so hard to forget someone who possessed such magnetism and with whom she had shared intense physical intimacy. Despite her efforts to remove him from her life, his allure remained, making it difficult for her to fully move forward and find closure.

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*DREAM POV*

Sage's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with an intoxicating sensation as Henry's lips trailed along her neck and shoulders, sending delightful shivers down her spine. The silk spaghetti straps of her nightgown clung to her body, accentuating her curves and teasingly tempting Henry's desires. It was a deliberate choice, a compromise she had playfully made to meet Henry's yearning for more seductive attire. In this intimate memory, she fully embraced her sensuality, relishing in the profound bond she shared with Henry, their connection radiating with intensity and desire.

A smile played upon Sage's lips, as her eyes met Henry’s. The morning light illuminated the room, casting a gentle glow over their intertwined bodies beneath the sheets.  She loved how he always slept shirtless, a habit that had become a delightful familiarity between them. The sight of his chiseled, muscular frame under the sheets filled her with an irresistible longing. Bathed in the soft morning light, their connection grew stronger as they reveled in the intimate comfort of their shared space. Sage's smile spoke volumes, reflecting the deep appreciation she held for Henry's raw, natural appeal, and the undeniable attraction that bound them together.

A playful smirk formed on his lips as he teasingly remarked that her choice of the silk gown was finally a step toward something sexy, although it still fell short in his eyes. He added, his voice laced with desire, "But hey, at least it's easy to slip you out of it." His words held a touch of humor and a hint of anticipation, a reminder of their shared passion and the delight they found in exploring each other's desires. Sage couldn't help but blush and playfully retort, feeling an exhilarating mix of excitement and affection in the air.

Sage, with a quick wit and a twinkle in her eye, playfully retorted, "Well, Henry, I guess it's a good thing I didn't wear a suit of armor to bed. We wouldn't want any wardrobe malfunctions, now would we?" Her remark carried a playful charm.

Sage made a playful comment about wearing armor to bed, which hung in the air. But instead of joining in her laughter, Henry's reaction took a different turn. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, finding the idea funny yet slightly unsettling. Amidst his laughter, he said, "Oh, love, as much as I appreciate your wit, I don't think I'd be too thrilled with you wearing armor in our bed. Let's keep the medieval fantasies on hold, shall we?" Despite his continued laughter, there was a touch of genuine concern in his voice, as if the thought of Sage in armor amused and worried him at the same time. Sage understood his perspective and joined in the laughter, realizing that her clever remark had struck an unexpected chord with Henry.

As they exchanged playful banter, Henry couldn't resist the allure of Sage's lips. Each tender kiss fueled their longing, igniting a passionate fire between them. Sensing Sage's playful resistance, Henry intensified his seductive advances. He whispered intimate words into her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her back. With every whispered promise and gentle touch, he dismantled her defenses, closing the gap between them. Sage's resistance gradually faded as the magnetic pull of their desires grew stronger.

Henry's voice took on a playful yet alluring tone as he whispered in Sage's ear, aiming to bring both laughter and desire. He couldn't help but inject a hint of cheekiness into his words, saying, "You know, my love, they say laughter is a surefire way to set the mood.”  Henry's lips skillfully traveled along Sage's neck, delivering playful nips and causing a delightful tingle to surge through her. The sensation sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, resulting in an exquisite display of goosebumps adorning her skin. Simultaneously, Henry felt the subtle quiver of pleasure resonating in Sage's body, intensifying his own desire.

Henry's hands stealthily ventured beneath the sheets, sliding over the silky fabric of Sage's nightgown, inching it up above her waist. Simultaneously, his other hand delicately explored beneath the neckline of her spaghetti strap nightgown, finding its way to her ample bosom. With a gentle squeeze, he evoked a surge of pleasure that pulsed through Sage's body, intertwining their desires in a moment of exquisite connection. The sheer intensity of their intimacy was palpable.

As Henry's hand travelled further down, reaching the exposed skin of Sage's core, he couldn't help but feel a flicker of annoyance. Discovering that she was still wearing cotton knickers underneath her nightgown, he playfully exclaimed, "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Cotton knickers trying to sabotage our little adventure?" He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Sage's eyes sparkled with mischief as she met Henry's playful annoyance with a seductive smile. With a sly tone, she replied, "Oh, darling, consider them my little secret weapon, a tantalizing tease to keep you on your toes. Can't make it too easy for you now, can we?" Her words dripped with a combination of allure and playfulness, leaving Henry almost speechless. 

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Henry swiftly tore apart Sage's cotton knickers, caught up in the playful challenge. But as the fabric gave way, Sage's playful expression shifted to a hint of annoyance. "You brute! Me wear knickers, you tear knickers! Me smash!" she exclaimed with a mock scowl, playfully channeling her inner Neanderthal to humorously express her frustration. Henry couldn't help but burst into laughter, realizing the absurdity of the situation. "Oh, my cave-dwelling prowess has clearly gone too far," he chuckled, his amusement evident in his voice.

Sage's playful scowl softened into a gentle pout as she leaned closer to Henry, her voice tinged with a touch of annoyance. "You know, those might have been simple and conservative, but they were also expensive! Can you promise me a shopping spree for luxurious replacement knickers, mister?" Her words carried a playful demand, highlighting the value she had placed on her undergarments. Henry's laughter subsided as he understood the significance of her annoyance. "Consider it done, my love. I'll take you to the finest boutique and personally ensure you have the most exquisite collection of knickers," he responded, his voice filled with sincerity and a hint of mischief.

Henry's lips brushed against Sage's with a playful tenderness, a teasing caress that made her heart skip a beat. A soft laughter escaped their entwined lips, the playful energy dancing between them. But as their connection deepened, the laughter transformed into an intense longing.

Their kiss evolved into a passionate embrace, fueled by the raw desire they shared. Lips melded together, exploring each other with a hunger that grew with every passing second. 

Sage could feel the undeniable presence of Henry's hard arousal pressing against her, a subtle reminder of the passion that coursed through their veins. It was an unspoken declaration of his desire, a physical manifestation of the intense connection they shared. The gentle pressure against her heightened her own anticipation, stirring a wave of desire within her.

Sage couldn't help but point out Henry's shirtless state, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Well, well, look at you, Mr. Shirtless Wonder. Are you trying to show off those muscles of yours?" she playfully teased. "Maybe I should tear those shorts too, just to even the playing field."

Henry laughed, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Oh, Sage, if you had the strength to do it, I'd be quite impressed. But I think we both know who would win in a playful clothing tearing competition," he teased, wiggling his eyebrows with a playful smirk.

Their laughter filled the room, blending with the electric tension between them. His hand glided along the curves of Sage's bosom, caressing with gentle expertise, while his other hand explored the depths of her desire, tracing delicate circles that sent waves of pleasure through her being. The nightgown, now barely clinging to her waist, revealed the captivating allure of her exposed form. His lips descended upon her, passionately claiming her bosom, igniting a fire of longing that engulfed them both in a sensual dance.

Henry skillfully maneuvered Sage onto his body, her back arching against his sculpted muscles. The contrast between his firm physique and her petite body and soft curves created an intoxicating blend of sensations. The heat radiating from his body stirred a primal longing within her.

Henry's impressive girth effortlessly slid into her, stretching her to accommodate him. The pleasure it brought surged through her core, intensifying with each movement. Meanwhile, his skilled hands explored her body, squeezing her ample breast, and skillfully rubbing her clitoris in slow and circular motions , arousing her desires. Sage's breath quickened, and soft moans escaped her lips as Henry's teeth gently grazed her neck, stirring a deep longing within her. His whispered words of love and desire added an intimate layer to their passionate connection.

With each thrust from below, and his hands caressing, massaging her body, and playing with her core, her pleasure intensified. As the sensations heightened, Sage could feel herself reaching the edge of climax. Her walls tightened around him, and in a moment of pure ecstasy, her body convulsed in a powerful release. Her toes curled, her body trembled, and Henry reveled in the overwhelming pleasure he had evoked.

After experiencing the intense waves of pleasure, Sage gently rolled off Henry, her body trembling with the aftermath of her climax. She lay on her back beside him, panting softly, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. Henry, with a tender affection, showered her back with delicate kisses, tracing a path of adoration along her spine. The gentle touch of his lips against her skin served as a soothing balm, comforting her in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.

Sage turned around to face Henry, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Beads of sweat glistened on her skin, and her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, evidence of her recent climax. She remained silent, the intensity of the experience leaving her momentarily speechless.

Henry, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, teased her playfully, reminding her that he hadn't reached his own climax yet. His voice carried a hint of anticipation as he declared, "I'm not done with you yet. It's my turn now." In her mind, Sage couldn't help but smile, knowing that there were more delicious peaks awaiting her before Henry would find his release. He had always been skilled at prolonging their pleasure, ensuring that each moment was filled with ecstasy, often making her crave for more, making her lose her mind, and this time would be no exception. *END OF DREAM POV*

As Sage woke up from the dream, tears filled her eyes, and she felt a deep sense of confusion. She wondered why she kept having these intense dreams of him and their intimate memories, but then she realized it might be due to her medication, Cipralex and Wellbutrin. Although the dreams were strong, she found comfort in the fact that her medication was helping her think clearly and lifting her out of the darkness of depression.

The lingering question persisted: How could Henry, with whom she had shared intimate moments, let her go so easily? It became clear to her that their connection may not have been as meaningful for him as it was for her. It hurt to realize that his attempts to win her back were driven by ego and familiarity rather than genuine affection. Reflecting on the past, Sage couldn't deny the pain caused by this realization. Additionally, before she left for Tibet for her Everest expedition, Henry had contacted her for a casual encounter, highlighting his superficial intentions. 

A wry smile tugged at the corners of her lips and then decides "I need to get him out of my system!". She let out an exaggerated sigh, channeling her inner comedian. "Well, well," she said to herself with a playful tone, "looks like it's time for a grand adventure, even for an introvert like me!"

Feeling a surge of spontaneity, Sage made a bold decision. "I'm going out tonight!" she declared, punctuating her words with a dramatic flourish. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer audacity of her own declaration.

But then, she quickly reconsidered. After all, she was still an introvert at heart, and the thought of a crowded venue made her cringe a little. "Alright, alright," she admitted with a mischievous grin, "I'll compromise. I'll go to my favorite lounge bar. It's familiar, cozy, and I can be my true self there."

"And who knows," she thought, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, "maybe tonight's the night I unleash my wit on some unsuspecting handsome stranger”.

A/N: Hello everyone!  I might have committed a few grammar crimes, repetitiveness, and redundancy  Oops! No worries, though, I'll sneak in some undercover editing to fix it all up.

#Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill Imagines #Henry Cavill AU #AU Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill Fan Fic #Henry Cavill FanFic #Henry Cavill Fan Fiction #Henry Cavill FanFiction #Henry Cavill x OC #Henry Cavill OFC #Original Character #Alternate Universe #Odd Women #Odd Women Series #MSILWRITES #Strong Female Lead #Female Lead with a backbone

[subiysu-chan]

Cursed comedy fanfiction

It was near the Petits Cours, under the trees that Charles-Henri rested, his melancoly gaze cast to the Seine, near flooded from the late automn rains. It rained, and the streets were near empty, since nobody wanted nor needed to visit a recreational area in such heavy, icy rain, which made laundring a bit too risky to do on boats. His too pale complexion made it uncomfortable to take long walks in fair weather.

Alone, he saw a human nude silhouette in the waters of la Seine. The area was lonely, exept for a few gardners. Timidly, once the gardeners had left, the silhouette emerged from the water, slender, delicate with hair long and murky green like kelp. A girl his age, completely naked, and yet seemingly comfortable in the cold water and weather. Her blue eyes met his grey ones. His pale visage took a violant shade of scarlet in bashfulness. Seamingly not caring for his embarassement at seeing a very much nude girl with her hair loose, she looked at the tree with great curiosity before looking back at him. Charles heard her talk, but could not make out the language, which sounded very soft. She said again, in a polite tone: "Hello, sir ? Are you alright, you seem very red ?

-Hello...I'm alright, thanks for asking." he said, averting his gaze politely, to not seem like a pervert. He felt quite troubled by the sight of her, in all honesty. Exploring that sort of thing with other boys his age felt more natural, even if a bit awkward. "It's cold out...Are you sure you can find your clothes back ?" he asked

"Oh yes, they are safely at home." she awnsered, with a coy smile.

Charles...His heart fluttered. Rarely did he felt so appreciated, in all honestly. But...She didn't seem to understand concepts of modesty at all. He didn't want her in trouble with the police for public indecency. She was a foreigner, in all probability. "I'm sorry...But I fear you might get into trouble for public indency.

-Oh ! I didn't know that. I thought it was just something you did for warmth."

Despite her slim figure and flat chest in the cool automn air, she didn't seem to be cold. It rained, and her lower body was quite firmly in the water.

The two made pleasant conversation. She asked him about trees surrounding the area, before saying goodbye. "Will we meet again ? he asked

-I can try next week...My father and grandmother were worried sick if I leave far from home too often."

Charles went home with the knowledge that a pretty girl wanted to see him. He didn't told her his true identity, yet, but to be fair, neither did she. They didn't even knew each other's names. Still, he felt more relaxed than usual.

They continued meeting in similar ways for a month, feeling the burgeoning buds of love, only doing so secretly. Oddly enough, she always stayed in the water, until one day, on the cold Christmas eve, after the mass, Charles went near the river to check if his love was there, instead of joining for dinner. "It's been a month, she said, I think you deserve no know the truth...

-I also agree you deserve it too."

Coming closer to the shore, she propelled herself, making a large "tail" and a set of gills near her slender waist perfectly visible. The scales were so pretty, shimmering, almost pearly in their silver color. It bended like a pair of legs, and she managed to even show him her wide, fatty lower thin, pierced with six scars near the end. To his surprise, she wasn't completely nude, and simply wore something in between a sash and a skirt of a strange, greenish cloth. She quickly returned to the water, blushing.

For a brief moment Charles saw it, he rarely seen such beauty before, and could only stare in fascination.

"Mine, is a lot uglier...I am the son of the current Monsieur de Paris, my name is Charles-Henri Sanson...Since my father is ill, it's me who...Executes the orders of the Court."

To his relief, she did not flinch, nor looked at him in disgust. "I want to meet your family in two days, Charles. I want to see if I could handle staying with you for the long term. As I think a mermaid would scare away most, please bring a large sack to hide my upper body."

The very next day, Charles did exactly that, exept brining with him a false fishing rod and a small carrying cart that he could easily drag himself, normally meant for children. He made sure to wear his family crest and sword.

They only managed to do so in the middle of the night. A benefit to transporting a long mermaid in a child's cart with her upper body hidden was that nocturnal goers clearly made way for him, whispering something about him having summoned a demon (seemingly a talking, shimmering fish with somesort of "colllar"). The snow provided easy lubrication for her gills, whenever, she needed it he would pick up a little bit of it for her.

Once at the door step, he said: "Please wait for me."

It was now early in the a little bit after midnight, and after finding some cussions for his guest, he layed on his bed. He could feel her stroke his hair, somewhat embarassing. He wanted to say "No, you are...", but it felt so good, to have someone caress him so gently. He wished it would have been Jean de Chartois, until their time was painfully cut short. He couldn't remember anyone touch him like that, so tenderly. Tears swelled up in his eyes. His face was turned away from her, so she probably didn't see them. He fell asleep shortly after, for a short but restful night.

The mourning did come shortly, and while it was still dark, and time for the mourning prayers. She managed to crawl and kneel with him. "Please, stay in this room, I need to talk to my father and grandmother about you. I have an execution to prepare on top of that, so I'll have to leave you alone for a while. Sorry."

At first opportunity, he said to his father: "Father, I have good news and bad news."

Jean-Baptiste looked at him suspiciously. "Continue

-The bad news are that now, half of Paris think I summoned a demon

-Not a huge loss, then, said the almost-retired executioner, dryly

-The good news is I have found myself a lady...Problem is...She's not exactly a lady. I'll invite her here as soon as I can. Need to hurry."

He went upstairs quickly.

"Thanks for coming back. Can you please return me once the meeting is done, it's that I almost ran out of sea water in my watersack, and I cannot drink fresh water. she said.

-Oh...There's a branding today, so I think it'll be a bit complicated. Work.

-I see.

-Now, introductions before I go. Can you please his with the bag as I bring you downstares ?" asked Charles. And so she did.

To Jean-Baptiste, who already started to read today's letters, he brought his new beloved. Anne-Marthe sat next to him, sipping her tea.

"Another bad news, she's not exactly a lady...She's..."

With one swift motion, he took off the bag, revealing the young mermaid in her nude glory. Her tail glistening in the early morning light, her upper body androgynous and delicate, long hair some braided some loose, but all oppulant and green, and gills adorning her slender waist. She was absolutely beautiful.

Charles turned an outrageous shade of red, at seeing a naked girl in the living room, and in front of his father too. "I am sorry, said the mermaid, I forgot it was human custom to hide the body."

"There is other buisness to attend to. Please, don't harm her." asked Charles before leaving.

The branding and banishment of that day went on rather quickly. His heart pinched for the life broken but not taken. Life continued, as usual, when he came forward to receive the execution fee.

#innocent manga #fanfiction #mermaid AU #end of part 1

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

A Year Without (5/?)

Summary: After the curse returns Killian to the Enchanted Forest, he struggles to acclimate to his old life and his old ways. When a bird with a letter and memory potion arrives on his ship, he accepts the challenge to find Emma and help her save her family. Getting to Emma won't be easy and will cost him dearly, but what choice does he have when he cannot go a day without memories of her haunting him?

A03 | CH  1  |   2  |   3  |  4  |  5  |  6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  | CUTS

Day 156

Sea-green eyes danced with a mixture of joy and relief as they connected with his own across the deck, he felt an answering smile pull at his lips. Everyone was in high spirits as they began to dock in Storybrooke, reunited with Henry and Pan no longer a threat to their lives. 

Killian watched mesmerised as the crisp breeze lifted her golden locks into her face almost playfully. She watched him watching her with a satisfied smile before she slowly faded away like pixie dust on the wind. 

His chest tightened, blood pounding in his ears, “Swan! Swan!” 

He called out, reached out, and stormed across the main deck, “Swan! Swan!” 

What started as a demand to recall her from the breeze turned into a hopeless petition to an uncaring world, “Swan? Swan, please?”She never reappeared. There was no response from her, from the winds, or from the universe which had ripped them apart. 

Desperate, he called out once more, “Swan, return to me, love.” 

He awoke, alone, with a plea on his lips and a mist trapped in his eyes. 

Day 179

The sea was calm and dolphins had started playing around the Jolly Roger as she sailed leisurely in the open sea. Days like this were why Hook had fallen in love with a life at sea. The lapping of the water against the ship and the ripple of the canvas sails in the wind brought the feeling of home to his restless soul. 

Hook wondered if it was a morning like this in which Ariel found her prince. Perhaps, she'd reunited with him and learned that his heart wasn't as true as hers. Likely, she'd find him wrapped up in another woman with no recollection of either of their names. 

But, what if they'd been reunited and it was exactly as she'd said? True Love. 

Hook frowned, the rarity of such a morning clearly caused his thoughts to wander into places he'd never intended. He needed a new purpose, a mission of sorts. They'd already taken down the nastiest pirate crews that had risen to power in his absence, putting an end to those dealing in the darkest trades and securing The Jolly Roger's position as the powers of these waters. 

The crew was satisfied with the riches relieved from those bleak ships, but no content pirate crew has ever existed. They hadn't noticed that he'd avoided piracy against innocent ships since his return; but, they soon would if he didn't give them all a new objective - a distraction. When they did register the change in his conquests, they were sure to mutiny.

He'd heard rumours of a treasure in these lands, unmatched by the coffers of any kingdom. It was time for Captain Hook to be known in all the realms for more than his antics to survive the demon boy and an unquenchable thirst for revenge. 

Day 185

The long-lost treasure of the fabled Captain Jack Sparrow wasn’t marked on any nautical charts for one to seek and was often considered fantastical sea lore meant to entertain men during the long nights at sea. The stories traded between crews over pints in crumbling taverns and shared on ship decks between rum barrels beneath the stars varied wildly as each storyteller put their spin on the tale. The story was identifiable in every telling because each telling had enough commonalities between them to indicate to a careful listener that all of these tales were based on truth. 

After centuries of sailing, Hook had heard every rendition imaginable and had discerned a few of the truths: Captain Sparrow had treasures beyond gold and silver, the remains of the Black Pearl were likely cursed and protected the treasure, and there was an artefact in this lost horde that had the ability to reunite you with your heart's deepest desire. Considering the size of the seas and the lack of any indication of where to begin the search, Hook understood the initial objections his crew voiced. However, when he told them the next port would be Singapore, a gruff cheer soared over the water; any qualms with the captain’s newest venture were forgotten by the promises of a friendly port filled with everything their black hearts desired. His heart was not so easily satisfied.

After seven months of failing to reacclimate to his life before Swan, he decided any hope of finding his deepest desire was worth the attempt. Even if he suspected he already knew what that desire was and knew it to be unreachable.

All magic has a loophole. It was time to stop trying to fit into his old habits; it was time to find a loophole to this bloody curse.

Tag: @kmomof4 , @cosette141 , @kazoosandfannypacks

#ouat fanfiction #ouat fanfic #A Year Without #CS Fanfic Eventually #captain hook #killian jones #writes by Jas #fic by Jas

[nicklloydnow]

“It is not as if we were not warned. It is not as if we lacked scientific evidence. It is not as if we could not see the steady ecological degeneration and species extinction. And yet, we did not act. The result will be mass death with victims dwarfing the murderous rampages of fascism, Stalinism and Mao Zedong’s China combined. The desperate response is to burn more coal, especially with the soaring cost of natural gas and oil, and extend the life of nuclear power plants to sustain the economy and produce cool air. It is a self-defeating response. Joe Biden has approved more new oil drilling permits than Donald Trump. Once the power outages begin, as in India, the heat waves will exact a grim toll.

(…)

The Anthropocene Age – the age of humans, which has caused extinctions of plant and animal species and the pollution of the soil, air and oceans – is accelerating. Sea levels are rising three times faster than predicted. The arctic ice is vanishing at rates that were unforeseen. Even if we stop carbon emissions today – we have already reached 419 parts per million – carbon dioxide concentrations will continue to climb to as high as 550 ppm because of heat trapped in the oceans. Global temperatures, even in the most optimistic of scenarios, will rise for at least another century. This assumes we confront this crisis. The earth is becoming inhospitable to most life.

The average global temperature has risen by about 1.1 Celsius (1.9 degrees Fahrenheit) since 1880. We are approaching a tipping point of 2 degrees Celsius when the biosphere will become so degraded nothing can save us.

(…)

Social coercion and the rule of law will disintegrate. This is taking place in many parts of the global south. A ruthless security and surveillance apparatus, along with heavily militarized police, will turn industrial nations into climate fortresses to keep out refugees and prevent uprisings by an increasingly desperate public. The ruling oligarchs will retreat to protected compounds where they will have access to services and amenities, including food, water and medical care, denied to the rest of us.

Voting, lobbying, petitioning, donating to environmental lobby groups, divestment campaigns and protesting to force the global ruling class to address the climate catastrophe proved no more effective than scrofula victims’ superstitious appeals to Henry VIII to cure them with a royal touch. In 1900 the burning of fossil fuel – mostly coal – produced about 2 billion tons of carbon dioxide a year. That number had risen threefold by 1950. Today the level is 20 times higher than the 1900 figure. During the last 60 years the increase in CO2 was an estimated 100 times faster than what the earth experienced during the transition from the last ice age.

(…)

There are three mathematical models for the future: a massive die-off of perhaps 70 percent of the human population and then an uneasy stabilization; extinction of humans and most other species; an immediate and radical reconfiguration of human society to protect the biosphere. This third scenario is dependent on an immediate halt to the production and consumption of fossil fuels, converting to a plant-based diet to end the animal agriculture industry – almost as large a contributor to greenhouse gasses as the fossil fuel industry – greening the deserts and restoring rainforests.

We knew for decades what harnessing a hundred million years of sunlight stored in the form of coal and petroleum would do to the climate. As early as the 1930s British engineer Guy Stewart Callendar suggested that increased CO2 was warming the planet. In the late 1970s into the 1980s, scientists at companies such as Exxon and Shell determined that the burning of fossil fuels was contributing to rising global temperature.

(…)

Clive Hamilton in his Requiem for a Species: Why We Resist the Truth About Climate Change describes a dark relief that comes from accepting that “catastrophic climate change is virtually certain.”

“But accepting intellectually is not the same as accepting emotionally the possibility that the world as we know it is headed for a horrible end,” Hamilton writes. “It’s the same with our own deaths; we all ‘accept’ that we will die, but it is only when death is imminent that we confront the true meaning of our mortality.”

(…)

Humans have inhabited cities and states for 6,000 years, “a mere 0.2 percent of the two and a half million years since our first ancestor sharpened a stone,” the anthropologist Ronald Wright notes in A Short History of Progress. The myriad of civilizations built over these 6,000 years have all decayed and collapsed, most through a thoughtless depletion of the natural resources that sustained them.

The latest iteration of global civilization was dominated by Europeans, who used industrial warfare and genocide to control much of the planet. Europeans and Euro-Americans launched a 500-year-long global rampage of conquering, plundering, looting, exploiting and polluting the earth – as well as killing the indigenous communities, the caretakers of the environment for thousands of years – that stood in the way. The mania for ceaseless economic expansion and exploitation, accelerated by the Industrial Revolution two and a half centuries ago, has become a curse, a death sentence.

Anthropologists, including Joseph Tainter in The Collapse of Complex Societies, Charles L. Redman in Human Impact on Ancient Environments and Ronald Wright in A Short History of Progress, have laid out the familiar patterns that lead to systems breakdown. Civilizations, as Tainter writes, are “fragile, impermanent things.” Collapse, he writes, “is a recurrent feature of human societies.”

This time the whole planet will go down. There will, with this final collapse, be no new lands left to exploit, no new peoples to subjugate or new civilizations to replace the old. We will have used up the world’s resources, leaving the planet as desolate as the final days of a denuded Easter Island.

Collapse comes throughout human history to complex societies not long after they reach their period of greatest magnificence and prosperity.

“One of the most pathetic aspects of human history is that every civilization expresses itself most pretentiously, compounds its partial and universal values most convincingly, and claims immortality for its finite existence at the very moment when the decay which leads to death has already begun,” the theologian Reinhold Niebuhr writes in Beyond Tragedy: Essays on the Christian Interpretation of Tragedy.”

“This great city, perhaps the greatest in North America, rose, flourished, fell into decline and was ultimately abandoned. Civilizations die in familiar patterns. They exhaust natural resources. They spawn parasitic elites who plunder and loot the institutions and systems that make a complex society possible. They engage in futile and self-defeating wars. And then the rot sets in. The great urban centers die first, falling into irreversible decay. Central authority unravels. Artistic expression and intellectual inquiry are replaced by a new dark age, the triumph of tawdry spectacle and the celebration of crowd-pleasing imbecility.

“Collapse occurs, and can only occur, in a power vacuum,” anthropologist Joseph Tainter writes in The Collapse of Complex Societies. “Collapse is possible only where there is no competitor strong enough to fill the political vacuum of disintegration.”

(…)

The poet Paul Valéry noted, “a civilization has the same fragility as a life.”

Across the Mississippi River from Monks Mound, the city skyline of St. Louis is visible. It is hard not to see our own collapse in that of Cahokia. In 1950, St. Louis was the eighth-largest city in the United States, with a population of 856,796. Today, that number has fallen to below 300,000, a drop of some 65 percent. Major employers — Anheuser-Busch, McDonnell-Douglas, TWA, Southwestern Bell and Ralston Purina —have dramatically reduced their presence or left altogether. St. Louis is consistently ranked one of the most dangerous cities in the country. One in five people live in poverty. The St. Louis Metropolitan Police Department has the highest rate of police killings per capita, of the 100 largest police departments in the nation, according to a 2021 report. Prisoners in the city’s squalid jails, where 47 people died in custody between 2009 and 2019, complain of water being shut off from their cells for hours and guards routinely pepper spraying inmates, including those on suicide watch. The city’s crumbling infrastructure, hundreds of gutted and abandoned buildings, empty factories, vacant warehouses and impoverished neighborhoods replicate the ruins of other post-industrial American cities, the classic signposts of a civilization in terminal decline.

“Just as in the past, countries that are environmentally stressed, overpopulated, or both, become at risk of getting politically stressed, and of their governments collapsing,” Jared Diamond argues in Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed. “When people are desperate, undernourished and without hope, they blame their governments, which they see as responsible for or unable to solve their problems. They try to emigrate at any cost. They fight each other over land. They kill each other. They start civil wars. They figure that they have nothing to lose, so they become terrorists, or they support or tolerate terrorism.”

Pre-industrial civilizations were dependent on the limits of solar energy and constrained by roads and waterways, impediments that were obliterated when fossil fuel became an energy source. As industrial empires became global, their increase in size meant an increase in complexity. Ironically, this complexity makes us more vulnerable to catastrophic collapse, not less. Soaring temperatures (Iraq is enduring 120 degree heat that has fried the country’s electrical grid), the depletion of natural resources, flooding, droughts, (the worst drought in 500 years is devastating Western, Central and Southern Europe and is expected to see a decline in crop yields of 8 or 9 percent), power outages, wars, pandemics, a rise in zoonotic diseases and breakdowns in supply chains combine to shake the foundations of industrial society. The Arctic has been heating up four times faster than the global average, resulting in an accelerated melting of the Greenland ice sheet and freakish weather patterns. The Barents Sea north of Norway and Russia are warming up to seven times faster. Climate scientists did not expect this extreme weather until 2050.

“Each time history repeats itself, the price goes up,” the anthropologist Ronald Wright warns, calling industrial society “a suicide machine.”

In A Short History of Progress, he writes:

Civilization is an experiment, a very recent way of life in the human career, and it has a habit of walking into what I am calling progress traps. A small village on good land beside a river is a good idea; but when the village grows into a city and paves over the good land, it becomes a bad idea. While prevention might have been easy, a cure may be impossible: a city isn’t easily moved. This human inability to foresee — or to watch out for — long-range consequences may be inherent to our kind, shaped by the millions of years when we lived from hand to mouth by hunting and gathering. It may also be little more than a mix of inertia, greed, and foolishness encouraged by the shape of the social pyramid. The concentration of power at the top of large-scale societies gives the elite a vested interest in the status quo; they continue to prosper in darkening times long after the environment and general populace begin to suffer.

Wright also reflects upon what will be left behind:

The archaeologists who dig us up will need to wear hazmat suits. Humankind will leave a telltale layer in the fossil record composed of everything we produce, from mounds of chicken bones, wet-wipes, tires, mattresses and other household waste to metals, concrete, plastics, industrial chemicals, and the nuclear residue of power plants and weaponry. We are cheating our children, handing them tawdry luxuries and addictive gadgets while we take away what’s left of the wealth, wonder and possibility of the pristine Earth.

Calculations of humanity’s footprint suggest we have been in ‘ecological deficit,’ taking more than Earth’s biological systems can withstand, for at least 30 years. Topsoil is being lost far faster than nature can replenish it; 30 percent of arable land has been exhausted since the mid-20th century.

We have financed this monstrous debt by colonizing both past and future, drawing energy, chemical fertilizer and pesticides from the planet’s fossil carbon, and throwing the consequences onto coming generations of our species and all others. Some of those species have already been bankrupted: they are extinct. Others will follow.

(…)

This time the collapse will be global. It will not be possible, as in ancient societies, to migrate to new ecosystems rich in natural resources. The steady rise in heat will devastate crop yields and make much of the planet uninhabitable. Climate scientists warn that once temperatures rise by 4℃, the earth, at best, will be able to sustain a billion people.

The more insurmountable the crisis becomes, the more we, like our prehistoric ancestors, will retreat into self-defeating responses, violence, magical thinking and denial.

The historian Arnold Toynbee, who singled out unchecked militarism as the fatal blow to past empires, argued that civilizations are not murdered, but commit suicide. They fail to adapt to a crisis, ensuring their own obliteration. Our civilization’s collapse will be unique in size, magnified by the destructive force of our fossil fuel-driven industrial society. But it will replicate the familiar patterns of collapse that toppled civilizations of the past. The difference will be in scale, and this time there will be no exit.”

#hedges #chris hedges #scheerpost #apocalypse #enviroment #climate change #global warming #extinction

[loetise]

auradon high fashion aektis gala.  ˎˊ˗             prompt: share your muse's high fashion look with the tag #descevents. posts can be written word, original drawings, aesthetic posts, gifs or other. be as creative as you please. ( there is no time sensitivity, enjoy ) dress code: winter wonderland. 

        upon receiving the invitation for the gala, allie doesn’t pay much mind to it, knowing that while she loves parties, she doesn’t care for fancier ones, things like balls and galas. being deep in the wilt of season doesn’t help either, because she often experiences seasonal depression during the months of fall and winter, so she’s not exactly inclined to go out unprompted, even to a party. however, she’s convinced after being visited by henry turner, childhood friend and fellow winter-hater, who insists that going out is good for her, and in turn she convinces him to come with her and match outfits. they pick out their outfits to resemble a fancy christmas tree, with lace and tinsel and bows.

        allie wears a tulle, a-line dress, evergreen green towards the top and bodice before turning into a pale, silvery gray as the dress flares out away from the waist, and glittering all over. on the bodice, silver embellishments resembling branches or vines, with little crystals sewn on to look like blossoms on it. for shoes, she wears white lace heels, that will almost definitely end up off of her feet early on in the night.

        on each arm she wears bracelets, silver in tone, one arm adorned in a weave of pearls that have an almost leaf pattern as they move down the wrist, and on the other, a cluster of beaded bracelets, with pastel green and white beads, star charms, and butterflies on the clasps. her earrings are silver as well, in the shape of spruce branches to match her christmas tree theme. her necklace is a little chain of petite flowers and leaves, which is, surprisingly, pretty much the only floral design she wears. all of the jewelry allie wears is fae-safe metal, obviously, even though it’s silver in color.

        she has her nails done, a glitter gradient that has her nails entirely covered in glitter by the tip of them, in an almond shape. her lashes and eyebrows glitter combed through them, though the rest of her makeup is soft and dewy, besides the colorful eyeliner on her eyes that match the color of her dress. her hair is done with loose curls and a braid crown, little silver embellishments decorating the braid. tucked underneath the braid is silver hair jewelry that runs down the curls resembling little vines with leaves.

+ henry’s outfit and theme inspo.

#eye contact / #she is so lovellyyyy #posting this at 1:30am is a choice that's for sure but #one i am making! #𖥸 ₊ * “ imagery ” … a nameless girl in freshest summer greens‚ a saint‚ an angel. #mine. #descevents

[styleofdiamandis]

        LOVE + FEAR TOUR: NADYA DZYAK & OTHER

We have finally arrived at the third and final chapter of our “Love + Fear” world tour fashion breakdown! After we looked at the designs of Maggie Barry and Olima, it’s time to tackle down all the looks created by the other designers who were involved in this epic tour.

This week I'm introducing you to Ukrainian emerging fashion designer Nadya Dzyak whose designs were adored by Marina and stylist Mercedes Natalia for her tour.

First up, we got the Spring/Summer 2019 long ruffled nude tulle dress with matching round belt ($822.00).

M also wears the Versace’s heart-shaped Love gold ring with Medusa icon and meander pattern...

...and her beloved Nike Huarache sneakers in full white!

Nadya Dzyak’s Resort 2020 lookbook showed the designer experimenting with unusual color combinations and new shapes. Here, our girl wore the nude tulle mini dress with multicolored dots, ruffles and silk trim.

Her jewelry here included a pair of Alison Lou’s green neon Jelly hoops from her iconic “Loucite” collection...

…and a vintage Chanel gold sunburst logo chain necklace.

Next, Marina looked dazzling on stage in another Nadya Dzyak Resort 2020 confection: a blue dotted tulle tiered mini dress with silk trim. Check out that circular pleat at the front!

This look was crowned with a pair of ZARA gold hammered earrings with three flat faux pearls...

...plus her Hermina Athens Amalthea gold-plated sterling silver statement necklace.

At her Dublin date, the Greek-Welsh singer chose this crimson red tulle mini dress with dots, matching belt and silk trim from Nadya Dzyak’s Fall/Winter 2019 collection.

Manchester-based label The Dolls House was founded in 2012 by Rebecca Henry. Marina debuted the sparkly Cindy silver sequin dress which features a square neck and ruched sash detail. HOT!

A pair of Steve Madden’s Carissa metallic silver sneakers with silver-tone rhinestones all over perfectly tied the look together.

We’re almost at the end! Marina wore two colorful looks from the Resort 2020 collection of Maisie Wilen, the young emerging designer who was discovered by Kanye West back in 2019! 

First up is this orange & blue psychedelic abstract print long-sleeve mini bodycon dress with asymmetrical hem.

The other look is the Body Shop psychedelic printed green & blue long-sleeve top and matching leggings.

All of her jewelry is Sylvia Toledano. She wore the Petite Candy hoops in gold brass with turquoise, turquoise verte, cornaline, yellow onyx, amethyst, died ruby and moonstone…

…the Fall/Winter 2019 Lee long necklace with multicolored stones which she wrapped twice around her neck…

…and the Byzantine cuff with green turquoise, dried ruby, turquoise, amethyst, cornaline, green onyx, tiger eye, yellow onyx, black onyx and calcedoine.

#The Dolls House #Dresses #Nadya Dzyak #Belts #Maisie Wilen #Tops #Pants #Alison Lou #ZARA #Sylvia Toledano #Hermina Athens #Chanel #Jewelry #Versace #Nike #Steve Madden #Sneakers

[thecompany-if]

Do you have physical descriptions of all the characters? Thank you!!

Ah, yeh, I do. Art and individual posts about each character will come out soon once I get a few things done (*cri in college*).

Though for now have this

~•~•~

▷ Zil:

Cold beige skin, basil green eye (the other behind the eyepatch is unknown), wavy, chestnut brown, shoulder length hair tied into a low ponytail, lean body build, dry spidery hands with short fingernails

~•~•~

▷ Thalia:

Tawny skin, caramel brown eyes, wavy, chestlength, mahogany brown, hair, petite body build, rough warm hands with bitten fingernails

~•~•~

▷ Jane (according to Agent):

Olive skin, midnight black eyes, straight, chest length, cappuccino brown, hair tied into a half ponytail, slender body build, smooth slender hands with manicured fingernails

~•~•~

▷ John (according to Agent):

Ochre brown skin, onyx brown eyes, black, neck length locs tied into a halfbun, with bleached tips, lithe body build, large cold hands with nail polish chipping off a few finger nails

~•~•~

▷ Ariel:

Bronze skin, honey yellow eyes, black, chinlength, wavy hair with a white ombre, athletic body build, elegant calloused hands with chipped nails, two pairs of white, feathery wings on her back, and a large halo behind her head with lines of varying sizes around it

~•~•~

▷ Zelek:

Ivory skin, wine red eyes, pointed ears with one having a black dangling earring, short, ash blond hair, with black horns that jut back and bend towards each other and covered with varying widths of golden bands, average body build, smooth warm hands with claw-like nails painted black

~•~•~

▷ Athena:

Umber skin, bottle green eyes, an undercut with short, black, locs swept to one side, slim body build, delicate slender hands with short nails

~•~•~

▷ Henry:

Fair skin, amber orange eyes, bushy, shoulder length copper hair, cut into a shaggy style, average body build, fidgety boney hands with bitten fingernails

~•~•~

▷ Elly:

Tan skin, jade green eyes, bubblegum pink dyed (original: honey blonde) wolfcut, lean body build, rough calloused hands with short, dirty fingernails

~•~•~

▷ Lorraine:

Pale skin, chocolate brown eyes, pointed ears, wavy, chinlength, cinammon brown hair that's swept to one side, scrawny body build, dainty calloused hands with chipped nails

#author ask #curious anon #L #Zil #Thalia #Jane #John #Ariel #Zelek #Athena #Henry #Elly #Lorraine

[trainchomp]

figured I'd post the books I'm bringing to college! I haven't read most of these, and the ones I have read are favourites I simply could not part with :)

(in order from left to right)

The Anthropocene Reviewed - John Green

Gender Queer - Maia Kobabe

The Mysterious Benedict Society - Trenton Lee Stewart

The Candymakers - Wendy Mass (I swear I didn't steal it from a library, the cover is broken and it was on its way out)

All Boys Aren't Blue - George M. Johnson

Semicolon - Cecelia Watson (also not stolen, for the same reason)

White Fragility - Robin Diangelo

You Will Get Through This Night - Daniel Howell

Is There Life After Graduation Henry Birnbaum? - Carolyn Balducci

The Boy, The Mole, The Fox, and The Horse - Charlie Mackesy

Le Petit Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupéry

French Short Stories For Beginners 💁‍♀️

Stage Management (twelfth edition) - Laurence Stern and Jill Gold (I wonder what I'm majoring in 🤔)

Carry On, Wayward Son, and Any Way The Wind Blows - Rainbow Rowell

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