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humanoidhistory · 4 months
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Christmas in space, illustrated by Moebius, 1982.
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Bonjour le temps de l'emballage va commencer
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reaganlodge · 4 months
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Christmas, 1914.
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chacha-tortuga · 1 month
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better late than never even if you ironically saw it two days ago. happy birthday @cerosin-bis you already know everything that needs to be written here. doing this four years in a row went by so quickly, to another fifth year ❤️
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moodysullie · 1 year
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Welcome to Daniel Brühl's Fur Coat Cinematic Universe
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petite-madame · 1 year
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No, it's not like any other love. This one is different, because it's us - (2022)
And if the people stare Then the people stare Oh, I really don't know and I really don't care
The Smiths - Hand in Glove
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my-lost-years · 4 months
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ryuryuryuyurboat · 4 months
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cookies and tea
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synopsis: what happens when you bake too many cookies? you give them away, of course!
genre: fluff
characters: zhongli x gn! reader, neighbour! zhongli
warnings: reader is referred to in 2nd pov, errrm not proofread
a/n: hehe happy christmas<3 this is also a work for écrin de litterature's christmas event🤩 likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!!
©2023 ryuryuryuyurboat. do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or modify in any way, shape or form.
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regret. that was the word that could best describe your current predicament, having baked one too many batches of cookies. and with all the friends in your vicinity out of town, the only thing you could do in order not to have the past three hours of hard work in the kitchen go to waste was to make that treacherous first trip down the street to your neighbour’s house with a box of gingerbread cookies as a holiday greeting.
the regret started to subside, however, the second your neighbour opened his door, and a pair of curious amber eyes peered down at you. 
“hello, how may i help you?” his smooth voice rumbled– your brain blanked. it took a moment before you realised you were staring– at which you cleared your throat in embarrassment.
“ah– hi, i’m from, uh, next door,” you gestured lamely, “i made too many gingerbread cookies for christmas, and i was wondering if you’d like to have them?” you mentally pat yourself on the back for not stuttering and making a fool of yourself in front of someone so handsome– what?
your neighbour smiles. “nice to meet you, neighbour, and that sounds like a delightful offer. i was just wondering where the rich aroma came from– it appears to be from that box. those are the cookies, then, i assume?”
“mhm!” first try! SCORE! you grin, holding out the box to him. “take it as a festive greeting– merry christmas!”
he gracefully accepts the box. “thank you very much– ah, it seems like a lot, and i’ll be honest, i don’t think i’ll be able to finish it… would you like to come in and share it together? i’ve just finished brewing some osmanthus tea– we could savour these treats over tea. ah! my apologies, where are my manners?” he holds a hand out to you, “my name is zhongli, it is an honour to make your acquaintance, dear neighbour.”
regret was a word you no longer knew– not when you were faced with a visage like his and that gentle smile that made your knees weak.
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tomoleary · 4 months
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Hergé - Joyeux Noël
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ideas-on-paper · 2 months
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A brief history of Camille Desmoulins
It's March 2nd today, which means it's the birthday of my biggest writing muse: Camille Desmoulins, 18th-century journalist, French revolutionary and the man who called the Parisian people to arms, resulting in the Storming of the Bastille.
Despite essentially causing such a major historical event, Camille is largely glossed over by historians, and not many people know about him as a result. However, that doesn't mean he didn't have any influence on the revolution, and he contributed to it the same way as famous personalities like Robespierre, Danton, and Saint-Just did. So, in honor of his 264th birthday, here's a little history of the man gracing my profile pic.
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The early years
Camille was born in 1760, in the commune of Guise in the province of Picardy. At fourteen years of age, he obtained a scholarship to study at the Collège Louis-le-Grand in Paris, one of the most esteemed elite schools in France. There, he met Maximilien de Robespierre, and despite the boys being two years apart in age and having very different personalities - Maximilien was more calm and secluded, while Camille was lively and impulsive - the two bonded over their mutual love for classical history and philosophy.
After graduating from Louis-le-Grand, Camille began to pursue a career in law, being admitted to the Parlement of Paris in 1785. However, his stammer and lack of connections to the Parisian legal community impeded his success, so he instead took up writing as a journalist, with a primary focus on political affairs.
The Estates-General and the call to arms
When King Louis XVI convened the Estates-General in 1789, Camille was present at the procession on May 5th, writing a comment about the event. The Comte de Mirabeau, presenting himself as a middleman between the aristocracy and the Third Estate as well as a patron for Camille, even employed the latter as a writer for his newspaper for a time.
However, the mingling of the three estates was not well received by the king, and he tried to regain control over the members who had dubbed themselves the National Assembly by closing the Salle des Menus Plaisirs where the deputies met to them. Instead, the National Assembly held their meeting in the Jeu de Paume (which was normally used as the tennis court of Versailles), where the members from various estates swore the oath to not part until they had devised a new constitution for France.
Eventually, the king was forced to relent, but that didn't keep him from concentrating his troops in Versailles and Paris. When he dismissed finance minister Jacques Necker - who was very popular among the people and considered an advocate for their interests - the atmosphere in Paris took a turn for the worse.
The Parisians were angry, worried, and in fear, and in this situation - on July 12th, 1789 - Camille took the opportunity to leap onto a table in front of the Cafe de Foy in the Palais Royal. There, he delivered a passionate speech, even losing his usual stammer in the heat of the moment, calling the people to take up arms to defend themselves against the imminent massacre of the king's troops* and put on cockades so they recognize each other.
Following Camille's example, the people took green leaves from the trees lining the Palais Royal and stuck them to their coats. However, since green was associated with the Comte d'Artois, the conservative brother of the king, the color of the cockades quickly shifted to red and blue, the colors of the commune of Paris (white was added later to represent the king, in an attempt to reconcile the factions). Bad news for Camille's leaf cockades…
*The king most likely didn't plan to massacre the citizens, but the presence of so many troops, a good deal of them foreign, made the populace very anxious.
Journalistic career and the Girondins
After being present at the Storming of the Bastille, Camille continued to be politically active, publishing radical pamphlets and newspapers such as La France Libre, Discours de la lanterne aux Parisiens, and Révolutions de France et de Brabant. He joined the Club des Cordeliers led by Georges Danton and became part of the radical leftist Montagnards, the "Mountain" party of the National Convention, consisting of members such as Maximilien de Robespierre, Jean-Paul Marat, and Louis Antoine Saint-Just.
In 1790, Camille also married Lucile Duplessis, whom he had known for several years and harbored strong feelings for. However, despite Lucile's mother being a good friend of Camille's, her father repeatedly denied the couple his blessing, being of the opinion that Camille couldn't support a family with his meager income as a journalist. (Indeed, in the days prior to the revolution, Camille often had to live in poverty due to his difficulties establishing himself as a lawyer.) After gaining popularity as a journalist, however, Lucile's father finally allowed the lovers to marry, the marriage taking place on December 29th with Robespierre, Jacques Pierre Brissot, and Jérôme Pétion de Villeneuve being present as witnesses.
However, success and bliss were not meant to last: After the massacre at the Champs de Mars on July 17th, 1791, Camille had to go into hiding, putting his journalistic activities on halt for the time being. When he took up his work again in 1792, he wrote a few papers viciously attacking the political faction of the Girondins and specifically their leader, Jean Pierre Brissot. In his works, Camille accused them of betraying the republic and counter-revolutionary acts*, which majorly contributed to the arrest and subsequent execution of many Girondin leaders, including Brissot. However, Camille came to regret his role in their deaths: During the trial, he was lamenting "Oh my God! My God! It is I who killed them!", collapsing in the courtroom when the death sentence was announced.
*The Girondins had acquired a reputation of intending to harm the revolution with their actions, on one hand due to their pro-war attitude (the war with other European empires had taken its toll on the Republic of France), and on the other hand due to the party's indecisiveness concerning the judgement of the king (some of them argued for clemency or a milder punishment).
Vieux Cordelier and downfall
After 1793, Camille had a notable change of heart, becoming one of the voices in favor of clemency instead of terror. In what would become his most well-known and popular journal, Le Vieux Cordelier, he argued against imprisoning citizens based on the mere suspicion of counter-revolutionary activities, condemning the brutality of the Reign of Terror and even directly addressing his old friend Robespierre to moderate his approach.
However, this only ended up making Camille another prime target. Robespierre initially tried to defend Camille from the Jacobin Club calling for his expulsion, but this changed when Danton's secretary, Fabre d'Églantine, was exposed for financial fraud. This cast a poor light on Danton and his allies, including Camille, and it was what made Robespierre support legally persecuting them. Charges of corruption, royalist tendencies, and conspiracy against the revolution were brought forth against them, resulting in the arrest of Camille, Danton, and the rest of the Dantonists.
The trial itself took place from April 3rd to 5th, and was obviously aimed at getting rid of the political threat that Danton and his allies posed. By decree of the National Convention, the accused were not allowed to defend themselves, in addition to being denied the right to call any witnesses. The guilty verdict, which was essentially prescribed due to the nature of the trial, was passed in the absence of the defendants to prevent unrest in the courtroom, and the Dantonists were scheduled to ascend the scaffold on the very same day.
In Luxembourg prison, Camille wrote a last letter to his beloved wife Lucile, with spots from tears being visible to this day. However, it should never reach her, as Camille was informed that Lucile had also been arrested on his way to the scaffold. He went wild upon hearing the news, and it took several men to get him into the tumbrel. Of the fifteen Dantonists guillotined on April 5th, 1794, Camille was the third to die.
Lucile, who had been arrested on the charge of conspiring to free her husband, followed him only eight days later, being guillotined on April 13th, 1794. She left behind her not even two years old son, Horace Camille Desmoulins, who was raised by Lucile's mother and sister. In 1817, Horace emigrated from France to Haiti, where his gravestone can be found to this day.
And that is the story of Camille Desmoulins: the man who ignited the spark of the French Revolution, but eventually got disgusted by its brutality, leading to his tragic end.
Camille may be a bit overlooked as a historical figure, but that does not make him less interesting or important.
So, in all due honor: Happy birthday, Camille! 🎂
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ssararuffoni · 9 months
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joyeux anniversaire jules, où que tu sois <3
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