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[postcard-from-the-past]

Saint-Eutrope Domain in the Hurepoix region of France

French vintage postcard

#historic #briefkaart #postkaart #domain #carte postale #ephemera #tarjeta #photo #france #postcard #postal #postkarte #hurepoix #region #ansichtskarte #eutrope #french #sepia #saint #photography #vintage

[y9mprhyao]

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[fragrancedqueen]

#santes #france #saint-eutrope #crypt #church

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

Sandman fic recs for Underrated Characters and Ships: Lucienne Edition (part 1)

This is a non-exhuastive list of my personal favorite Lucienne-centric and Morphienne fics and series I've found so far. If you can think of any others I've forgotten don't hesitate to add on!

Okay first off: my friend @pratchettfan87 has written a lovely fic I'm helping beta where Lucienne and her comic counterpart meet and bond and you need to go read it rn You Are The Light That Guides the Way. It's also a great exploration of the events of Sandman from the perspective of both librarians. It's not complete but it's rapidly getting put together so pls go give her encouragement and feedback so you can keep seeing more if you want! I'm gonna try to roughly go in order from most to least nsfw as we go down. Part 2 will contain other ships like Gault x Lucienne and Calliope x Lucienne.

Gen fics

And the Darkness Hummed by @navigatorwrongway - one of my all time absolute favorite Lucienne fics in this fandom, period that delves into her backstory before she even met Dream and takes you on a Journey through her life and it's. Mwah. It's art

nosso amor (our love) by marveling_under_an_open_sky is an achingly tender exploration of Lucienne's trauma and her getting comforted for once.

For Morphienne

Literally everything @cosmictapestry (aka cosmicjourney on AO3) has ever written is an instant recommend from me. Seriously. I can't think of one single thing she's written I didn't like. Heed the tags, but if you're old enough to be interacting with the NSFW stuff and it's your thing, do yourself a favor and dive into their delicious Morphienne smut drabbles on tumblr and the longer stuff on AO3. Go do it right now. It can be emotional and painful but all very well written. And his We Divinity series is heartbreaking and beautiful and with all the characters spot-on and the writing poetry like you've never seen.

and take thee up thy nurse's fee by stellerssong, a selkie!Dream au with wonderful atmosphere

It's About Old Friends by JerseyDragons is sweet and funny and a spot on take on a queerplatonic/sort of romantic version of their dynamic.

Wingmanning for Fun and Profit by unseenbox - is an absolutely adorable look at a Morphienne love confession from Matthew's POV.

Jewel by @softest-punk is super lovely and sweet, pure quality fluff.

Stellerssong's red moon series is a really interesting werewolf au of not just Morphienne but also Corintheus. It's on a slow burn but it's definitely worth it imo.

Also stellerssong's OTHER series "through endless revisions" is just a fantastic take on Daniel!Dream adjusting to his new life and everyone who knew and loved him having to do the same, but the specifically Morphienne standouts are as follows: please come back and be (just a little bit), eutropic, a pillar I am upright , room for one more taste , and for just to suffer that hurt. All of these are well worth the read, most but room for one more taste have angst and smut involved as well as sharp writing and characterization. Seriously can't recommend these enough, these are some of the best of the lot and that's saying something.

Dreams Written in Sand by cunticuss very slow burn but lovely and feels very them.

Woolgathering by sunsorbit is ANOTHER slow burn series full of wonderful characterization and pining and includes the library as an observer and character in itself which I'm always a sucker for.

How Vibrant the Color by unnecessary - unfffff. This is peak poetic emotional therapy dream sex. One of my favorites.

Gold by MDWG aka the most tender sex imaginable.

Contrapposto by stuntmuppet - pure smut. My only complaint is how short it is.

#the sandman #lucienne #morphienne #sandman fic recs #lucienne appreciation squad

[beyondthespheres]

GEORGES PICHARD: Marie Gabrielle de Saint-Eutrope: Marie Gabrielle en Orient

#bande dessinée #georges pichard

[lacytumbles]

Turtle and Dork

“This is a robbery!!” are words that often come out of the blue. The presence of a humanoid turtle smashing through the window with those words increased the surrealism exponentially.

My smile froze on my face, chopsticks poised mid-air to point at my girlfriend across the table. The noodles I had been slurping did not freeze, slapping gently onto my chin before I hastily slurped them up, coughing. Ruby, who had half-turned around to look at the disturbance, wheeled back at my coughing, scowl rapidly changing to concern. “You okay, Leia?”

I waved my hand, thumping my chest with the other fist as the turtle barreled through the Chinese restaurant. It was huge, maybe eight feet tall, with stubby hands and feet poking out of a circular shell that ensconced most of its body, giving it an uneven, waddling gait. Other diners were screaming and darting out of the way as it plowed through tables, chairs smashed underfoot and food slapping wetly against the floor. The turtle came to a halt in front of the serving counter, cashier shrinking against the wall, the bobbing light fixture behind him casting a looming shadow over the hapless man.

“That doesn’t look fine.” She reached out, cupping my cheek. “Need me to do anything?”

I shook my head again, working the noodles down my throat as the turtle started shouting again. “You! Give me all the cash in the register!”

“Y-yes!” A mechanical clack was followed by the rattle of coins. “H-here, I have nothing else, I swear!”

“Is that all?!” Out of the corner of my vision, I saw one of the turtle’s clawed fingers glow green and a blip of energy flashed out, searing the wall behind the screaming cashier. “Surely you have more than this?!”

“I-I swear this is all we have!”

My esophagus finally cleared and I got out, “I’m good, just went down the wrong pipe there, I think.”

Her shoulders relaxed slightly. “Are you sure?”

I nodded, in the background hearing the turtle shout, “Surely you have more!! Is this not one of those vile places that serves up my comrades as meals?! Are our lives worth that little to you?!”

“I -” the cashier choked on his words until he offered up a measly, “We don’t serve turtle soup here.”

Ruby sighed. “If you say so.”

I waved my hand. “I’m fine, really, no need to -”

“Don’t bullshit me! Sox News clearly said -”

“Wait.” My girlfriend turned her head around to glare at the interrupting turtle, her hand rising in tune with her hair, streaks of red and silver and blue and yellow and white flashing through each strand in a psychedelic display of color. “You interrupted my date because of some bullshit Sox News spewed?”

“Huh?” The turtle turned angrily, then its eyes widened at the bubbling mass of energy hovering in front of my girlfriend’s palm and the hair lashing out behind her head? “Ai-Ailements?!?! What’re you doing here -”

“Wait -”

My words were cut off as my girlfriend intoned, “Fever Freeze.”

With a rush of cold air, the turtle was instantly ensconced in a layer of ice, its face a picture of befuddlement. The cashier and remaining customers gawked at the new sculpture in the room.

“Rubyyyyyyy.” I rubbed my forehead in exasperation.

Her cold face shook, and she turned to me. “Wait, i-it’s not like I killed him or anything. He’ll thaw out, get a cold, it’ll be okay -”

“People.” I gestured pointedly at the civilians now slowly turning their gaze to the $500,000,000-bounty supervillain sitting in the corner.

“Ah.” She coughed, then twirled her finger. “Amnesia Air.”

A gray mist twirled from her finger, growing monstrously large in an instant before sweeping over the establishment. “Sorry,” she muttered sheepishly. “They’ll forget the past few minutes, nothing more.”

I nodded with satisfaction. “I know it’s not your fault, but don’t go losing your temper and exposing yourself again, all right? You promised no repeat of the Dr. Eutropes situation.”

“I knooooow.” She rubbed her forehead, hair returning to its normal brown shade and settling back onto her shoulders and staring at the half-eaten bowls on the table. “Um, movie, I guess? Your choice, I’ll pay?”

I gave a thumbs up, rifling through my wallet and depositing payment for the food on the table. “Sounds good.”

“You’re not mad?”

I sighed, reached over, and booped her forehead. “I’m not. Dork.”

Her face flushed. “I-I’m not -”

I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. “D-o-r-k. Now movie, let’s book it before the heroes get here.”

She nodded sheepishly. “Ok.”

We began to tip-toe through the dinner, avoiding the diners standing there listlessly among the fog. “But really, Fever Freeze that leaves them with a cold?” I giggled. “Works perfectly for Ailements, I’d say.”

“Puns are the best form of humor!!”

“Dork.”

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #short story #supervillain #lesbians

[grounded4lyfe]

Lost in Space

Dress: Jang Mi Dress by Bipolar

Hair: Hawns by Funkystench

Earrings: Amalia Earrings by e.marie

Eye makeup: Eutropic Eyeliner Set by Dazed

Lips: Lucretia Lips by Lenore

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[leam1983]

Oh (no) Canada...

We've made ourselves some pasta salad and some deviled eggs, and Walt thought he'd break ground by introducing us to Maria Chapdelaine, the 2020 adaptation of Louis Hémon's 1910s novel on the long-suffering nature of your average French Canadian Catholic settler.

To be fair, he knew what to expect and pointed a finger at me. "Don't spoil it for me or Sarah, Mister French Literature degree!" he'd said, while bringing his slice of Key Lime pie to slowly peck at it over the movie's runtime.

I'm not about to give anyone who could read this an expert class, but let's just say that the early twentieth century was one that saw Eastern Canada be oppressively stifled by our Catholic priesthood, to the point of instilling gonzo virtues in the local literary output - such as the notion that a self-respecting colonist moved way up north into Pine Country, hacked foundations out of soil that never completely thaws using primitive tools and then spent a precious few months out of the entire year cultivating a few veggies out of the hardscrabble, with the end-goal of either covering his loan for his lot and tools or dying a good, long, agonizing and Christian death while the sawbones is trying to push a frustrated gelding through fifteen inches of snow. The priest got to you first if you were lucky, you were given your Last Rites and, well, that was it.

So. In this context, we find young and demure Maria Chapdelaine, settled in a verdant hellhole I'd call the Saguenay Lac-Saint-Jean region generations prior to modern-day logging camps and factories. As the exact same spot today is heavily industrialized outside of the pine preserves, but back then, it basically was a clean slate. For people from Montreal or Quebec City, the North was their second Klondike of choice: either you moved down to the States to adapt to the Big City or you abandoned civilization out of the honestly unproven notion that you could just Harvest Moon your way to prosperity.

Maria is sixteen, marriageable, demure, soft-spoken - and absolutely gonzo for a Métis trapper called François Paradis. He represents the 1910s Judeo-Christian ideal in the region, the "Civilized Wild Man" with all the virtues needed to thrive in Society and all the backbone and gumption you'd need to stake out your own fortune in an inhospitable environment. He loves her in the same way - desperately. She hasn't obtained her father's consent, however, so nothing happens. Nothing happens for long enough, in fact, that François up and dies in those pine-strewn wastes after betraying his status as a supposedly-flawless tracker. Maria is beyond distraught, but her social conditioning holds fast. She's the second woman of the household, so her grief only shows at night.

The problem is, Paradis hadn't proposed to her. He hadn't so much as engaged her, either, so it's effectively a love being pined for out of wedlock. You can imagine what the local priests, hypocrites that they are, would've thought about that.

Then comes the second john; a man going by Lorenzo Surprenant. He's the Self-Made Man, the Guy Who's Made it - or to borrow from French songwriter Bernard Lavilliers, the archetypal Tonton d'America, pulling several tall tales about Buffalo, Indiana's trolley system, its electric lights, its well-heated and lit brownstones and, well, the whole glitz and glam of the City, when all you've known is pines that are snowy about eight months out of twelve. Maria hasn't gone over the loss of her pelt-wearing Ken doll, so she responds to Lorenzo's advances noncommittally.

Finally follows Eutrope Gagnon, her neighbour by a few country miles who more or less promises a straight-line continuation of her current life. If anything, he's barely more of an optimized version of her father, as he's budgeted every purchase decades in advance and clearly has contingency plans set in place that could allow for failing crops or subpar yields to generate some profit. He has none of the first's passion, none of the second's pragmatic outlook on holding down a city-based job - and also none of the elder Chapdelaine's hangups about working on a milder lot further down south, where yields are better even if the social and moral credit of giving it a shot up north is abandoned.

If you thought she'd throw her conventions aside during a Disney musical number and confront Buffalo as a new challenge for her to undertake, you haven't really studied up on how the upper States and Provinces in the East coast were still stupefyingly Conservative as of World War One. The Roaring Twenties would improve things in cities, but only the sixties would see Progressivism fully kick the French Canadian clergy in the teeth.

As all this - the suffering of people like Maria's character, her settling for an unambitious life focused on servitude - was seeded in place by our clergy. We were born humble, made for humble lives and destined for hardship. To the Anglophones and Americans went tall tale of pre- and postwar success, we were being held down and more or less morally and intellectually abused by a ruling class of stole-wearing fuckwads who were the defacto lords-o-the-manor for most lots across Quebec that weren't, in fact, in Anglophone hands.

Considering this, should you really be surprised that Quebec and Ontario are as Liberal and Progressive as they are? We didn't just cast our chains off in the Quiet Revolution - we broke them to smithereens. It makes most of us default allies to POC, to the LGBTQA+, all of it because we know precisely well what it feels like to be marginalized. We know precisely how it feels to have natural instincts, personal goals or greater hopes be considered anathema by morons with a collar who hid behind their status as divinely-anointed representatives to control local politics, stifle minds and hoard their admittedly surprising scientific knowledge base (see Jesuits and their interest in Natural Sciences, for instance) for themselves alone.

They got money, they got resources, and French Canadians were told to shut up and take it, to the point where one of our leading character archetypes in adventure serials was Maria Chapdelaine's clone!

Shut up and like it. Carry your burden nobly. Suffer for sins you know nothing of. Endure in silence, for your reward is in Heaven.

Walt's background is consequently different. He grew up reading of Ontario's own Catholic and Anglican priesthoods, but Ontario and the ROC never really had this masochistic complex on being less than nothing and remaining as such. Ontarians are Diet Americans, in a sense - same gusto, same gumption, with just a dash of extra manners inherited from their long-removed English roots. If Louis Hémon had couched his story anywhere close to Sarnia, for instance, the poor kid would've hightailed it to Buffalo without question.

So, as the movie ended, and did so with the slight alteration of Maria not giving any of the three men a definitive answer - Walt gave me a puzzled look.

"Why didn't she leave with Lorenzo? I don't get it."

"Because the story isn't concerned with making sense, Walt," I told him. "This is catechism for shiftless Frenchie kids in their mid-teens as of 1910, hawked to them by well-meaning child molesters who only really think of putting more money in the diocese's coffers by acting as money-lenders to reckless kids with a sense of adventure and some misplaced Judeo-Christian sense of duty."

Sarah, who didn't study Lit, is equally confused. "Why send anyone up north like that? The ground's no good without modern tech or hydroponics!"

I scoffed. "You think fucking priests knew this? These guys seriously thought you could pray horniness away and pray fertility into a bunch of rocks and roots. Oh, and let's not forget that this didn't concern anyone's identity as a Québécois - anyone who did this was a Canadian French; un Canadien errant."

Walt falls silent as he processes this for a few seconds. "I mean, I sort of already knew why, but after this? After seeing this, your Atheism makes a Hell of a lot more sense. Damn, I'd have kicked one of those sanctimonious pricks in the balls, too!"

So... Québécois Lit 101, or Why Catholicism is a fucking grift that's only just recently realized that people are growing increasingly harder to indoctrinate into unquestioning belief.

Which is sort of funny, seeing as you see a lot of local hardcore Atheists sort of take to a hodgepodge of various spiritual, occult or "magical" practices - but hey, they reason, as long as you're not putting more money in the pockets of some shriveled old goat in a white stole in the Vatican, it's all good, right?

I mean, I guess. It's not like Brighid or Odin the Allfather or fucking Baron Samedi have tax collectors indoctrinating people left and right, hm?

Anyway - Happy Canada Day, if you're the type to go shop at Roots.

#thoughts #rants #atheism #history lesson with the Brain Gremlin #Maria Chapdelaine #movie #book #Louis Hémon #The Quiet Revolution #Leftism #Progressivism #Canada Day

[panepig]

Are you on recon or in UK (?eutrope) madopigvhetdvepuldvlovrvs. Pain contest etc with you ⛓🔓

Same name on Recon (panepig), but not in Europe...live in Florida

[ainews]

Unicorns, the mystical creatures of folklore, have long captivated our imaginations with their beauty and grace. However, as enchanting as they may be, the existence of these elusive creatures remains a mystery to this day. That is why some have turned to technology to help track and study unicorns, and one crucial tool in this pursuit are chargers, or batteries.

One might wonder, why chargers of all things, are eutropic for tracking unicorns? The answer lies in the eutrophic nature of chargers themselves. A charger, or battery, is a device that stores chemical energy and converts it into electrical energy. This chemical energy is in the form of organic and mineral nutrients, making chargers highly eutrophic.

When tracking unicorns, researchers use various devices such as GPS trackers, cameras, and drones, all of which require a steady supply of electricity. A charger provides the necessary power to keep these devices running, making it an essential tool in the field. But how does a charger support abundant plant life, which in turn attracts unicorns?

As mentioned earlier, chargers are rich in organic and mineral nutrients, which are essential for the growth and development of plant life. When the charger is used to power these devices in the wilderness, the battery eventually runs out of energy, and it needs to be replaced or recharged. When a battery is discarded, it starts to decay, releasing these vital nutrients into the soil.

The decaying battery acts as a fertilizer, providing the necessary nutrients for plants to grow and thrive. As a result, an abundance of plant life is created, creating an ideal habitat for unicorns. These majestic creatures are known to be attracted to lush vegetation, and the presence of an abundance of plant life is a significant draw for them.

However, this eutrophic quality of chargers also has its drawbacks. As the plants continue to grow and decay, they deplete the oxygen supply in the soil. This depletion can be harmful to animal life, including unicorns. That is why it is crucial to properly manage the use and disposal of chargers in the wilderness to maintain a balance of eutrophication.

In conclusion, chargers are eutrophic for tracking unicorns because of their ability to provide a steady supply of energy for tracking devices, and their role in supporting the growth of plants, which in turn attracts unicorns. While it is essential to use chargers for tracking these elusive creatures, it is equally important to manage their disposal responsibly to maintain a healthy environment for all living beings.

#ai generated #fake news

[yespat49]

Aix-en-Provence (13) : hébergée dans un logement social, l’école illicite dispensait à des enfants de 5 à 14 ans des cours de langue arabe et de Coran

Les services de l’État ont été alertés en juin de cours de langue arabe et de Coran dispensés à quelques jeunes enfants le dimanche. […] C’est semble-t-il à partir du signalement du voisinage que les autorités ont été alertées. De cet appartement de la résidence Saint-Eutrope, faisant partie du parc social d’Erilia, on ne voyait pas grand-chose du balcon puisque des planches faisaient office de…

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[vincentdelaplage]

THÈME DE "LA LITTÉRATURE. CLASSIQUE EN BREF" #culturejaiflash LA RELIGIEUSE DE DIDEROT La Religieuse est un roman achevé vers 1780 par Denis Diderot, et publié à titre posthume, en 1796. Voici le syndrome de la Bonne Sœur castratrice qui régentait mes années Lycées. Le roman est une protestation contre l'ordre social. Diderot condamne ici le pouvoir absolu du roi sur ses sujets, à travers la religion qui impose son ordre sur la religieuse, et les parents qui la forcent à obéir. Les mécanismes de la famille, de la religion, du pouvoir donc sont dénoncés. Regardez "La Religieuse Bande Annonce" sur YouTube https://youtu.be/ltF5o9dfp34 RÉSUMÉ DU ROMAN Au xviiie siècle, Suzanne Simonin est contrainte par ses parents de prononcer ses vœux au terme de son noviciat. En effet, pour des raisons de dots qui pénaliseraient ses deux sœurs, ceux-ci ont préféré enfermer leur fille au couvent. En réalité, Suzanne est une enfant illégitime et sa mère espère, en l'écartant, expier sa faute de jeunesse. C’est dans la communauté des Clarisses de Longchamp qu’elle rencontre la supérieure de Moni. Celle-ci, une mystique, se lie d’amitié avec la jeune fille avant de mourir. La période de bonheur et de plénitude s’achève pour l’héroïne avec l’arrivée d’une nouvelle supérieure : Sainte-Christine. Au courant que Suzanne désire rompre ses vœux et que pour ce faire, elle a intenté un procès à la communauté, la supérieure opère un harcèlement moral et physique sur Suzanne. L'infortunée subit de l’ensemble de la communauté, à l’instigation de la supérieure, une multitude d’humiliations physiques et morales. En perdant son procès, Suzanne est condamnée à rester au couvent. Cependant son avocat, Maître Manouri, touché par sa détresse, obtient son transfert au couvent Saint-Eutrope. Au terme de son calvaire, Suzanne pardonne à ses bourreaux tout en continuant à poursuivre ses réflexions éminemment subversives sur le bien-fondé des cloîtres et de l’univers conventuel. Son arrivée dans la communauté de Saint-Eutrope marque le début de l’épisode le plus fameux de La Religieuse. En effet, cette période est caractérisée par l’entreprise de séduction de la supérieure à son égard. Celle-ci so https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch4QoMJsePw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#culturejaiflash

[franciaeslaostra]

17 de Agosto: Saintes y Bordeaux

Antes de llegar a Bordeaux hemos pasado unas horas en la pequeña ciudad de Saintes. Tiene un fuerte legado romano, así que hemos disfrutado de ruinas e iglesias. La primera cita, con Saint Eutrope, en una iglesia particular porque tiene un nivel superior y otro subterráneo, como si se tratase de dos iglesias superpuestas.

Desde allí hemos ido a los restos del anfiteatro romano y más tarde a la Catedral de St. Pierre. Tras el paseo hemos comido tempranito y bien.

Ya bien empachaditos hemos atravesado el río Charante, visitado el arco de triunfo de Germánico y llegado a la Abbaye aux Femmes, una abadía femenina con una iglesia abadial con un pórtico y una torre bien curiosos.

Con esto, hemos dado por visto Saintes y hemos venido a Bordeaux. Si no nos jubilamos en Lyon, será en esta ciudad. Estamos como en casa. Hemos paseado con fruición por los rincones que nos quedan más a mano antes de cenar.

Y después de cenar, hemos vuelto a salir a estirar las piernas a la Place de la Victoire.

Mañana vamos a aprovechar toooodo el día visitando la ciudad y sus museos. Buenas noches!

[blogoliviermercierblr]

Restaurant le Saint-Eutrope et bar à vin le Quillosque (Clermont-Ferrand).

Le Saint-Eutrope et le Quillosque, c’est kif-kif bourricot, si ce n’est qu’en principe le Saint-Eutrope correspond à une ambiance calme alors que le Quillosque est plus animé.   Où trouver ces deux établissements quelque peu excentrés ?  Pas de difficulté. Dirigez-vous vers le chamarré quartier Saint-Eutrope. Engagez-vous dans la rue Saint-Eutrope en direction de l’église Saint-Eutrope. Vous êtes…

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[gillesvalery]

ANGERVILLE-Essonne (église St Pierre et St Eutrope) (2)

#Eglise