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cryingalexanders · 9 months

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Superman's Girl Friend Lois Lane #64-65 was one of the best/funniest/most insane things I've ever read. I can't believe this is an au published by DC in the 60s and not a crackfic on ao3. Some real details in this story include:

Lex's henchmen have radioactive hands due to an accident with Superman and Lex tells them off for not wearing gloves

Clark fake-swooning about his "delicate nerves" so he has an excuse to duck out

Lois literally having a "I can fix him" moment about Lex

Lex takes them to a fancy restaurant before they begin their relationship, assumes Lois would've wanted him to reform, says he would've done it for her. But he's happy she doesn't want him to

Lois tells Superman that Lex has "fire… spirit… and, yes, faults"

They have a "stuffy" wedding as Lex Luthor and Lois Lane then they have a second wedding in-costume in the sewers with their various criminal associates where they just drink and party

Lois and Lex stole Batman's utility belt

Lex being such a wife guy

Lex: I steal only to taunt Superman, the real thrill is giving it to charity

Lex and Lois wearing matching purple robes

Lana flirts with Lex and he's just like "what can I say I'm irresistible to women" at Lois' jealousy

Lois dumping pepper on his food because Lex hates it

Lois dumping a vase of roses on him in bed, getting him soaked

Lois goes on a crime spree where she steals and defaces the Mona Lisa while Lex is holed up at home writing a song

Lois assumed that the song was for Lana because it's the most beautiful thing she's ever heard but it turns out it's a sonata for Superman

They both feel so guilty about their scheme making Superman catatonic that they both start to crack up. They come home after trying to fix it and just mope while the henchmen gossip

Lois gets caught and protects Lex by pretending to hate him and that she was cheating on him with his thief identity

#loix #superman's girl friend lois lane 64 #superman's girl friend lois lane 65

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opelman · 1 year

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Rallye du Condroz 2008 by Ste Tit

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kartaematita · 1 year

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Ivan Harjanto Toyota Corolla WRC Marlboro livery

#Ivan Harjanto #Toyota Corolla WRC #Freddy Loix #Sven Smeets

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john-laurens · 22 days

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When he [Kinloch] noticed that his friend's [Müller's] stay in Tronchin's house had become unpleasant, he offered to live with him for an indefinite period of time in order to be able to make the most of the instructive interaction with his well-read and intelligent friend. Müller's closest friends, Bonstetten, Bonnet, even Tronchin, approved the idea, and so the two young men, brought together by mutual inclination and common striving, began their summer plan on May 1, 1775. Kinloch had rented a small country house with six rooms in the village of Chambésy on the right bank of Lake Geneva, an easy hour from the city, halfway between Geneva and Versoix, one of the advantages of which was its short distance from Bonnet's estate. In addition, all the English people with whom Müller liked to socialize so much lived on this side of the lake. He felt very happy here for a long time. He wrote to Captain Peyer about the timing of the summer plan: "At 5 o'clock my friend rides into town and listens to physics. After I have worked on Swiss history, we have our breakfast at 8 a.m., during which we read Mr. Bonstetten's letters or a pleasant French writer. At 9 a.m. we study the spirit of the laws together. From 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. my friend deals with English laws, I study either national history or other sciences. I'm so happy with it that I haven't read a book about it for many months, but only unprinted documents about it. At 1 o'clock we almost always read Tacitum, the Roman Montesquieu. We eat at 2 o'clock. At 3 o'clock we read or walk or entertain or visit until 9 o'clock, when we dine at night. Busy with perfecting ourselves on both sides, we are each other's keen censors, correcting as much the mistakes we make in society and manners as those we make in reasoning. We have also invented certain words which we alone understand and which we use as a warning to one another when we notice that one of our discourses is not pleasant enough for those we deal with. If science, friendship, health, pure air, good table, good company and good conscience, not lacking funds, are the main elements of human happiness, then I am currently enjoying the most perfect one and all the more fondly because Kinloch shares them with me."

From Johannes von Müller, 1752-1809, Volume 1 by Karl Henking

The original text was in German/French/Latin and was translated with Google Translate (original below).

The fact that Kinloch and Müller developed secret code words is interesting. It sounds like they used it to discreetly correct or advise each other when in the company of others, but I wonder if they ever used it to navigate discussions of sexuality.

Als er bemerkt hatte, daß seinem Freunde der Aufenthalt im Hause Tronchins unangenehm geworden war, bot er ihm an, auf unbestimmte Zeit mit ihm zusammenzuleben, um den belehrenden Umgang mit dem belesenen und geistvollen Freund umso gründlicher ausnüßen zu können. Die nächsten Freunde Müllers, Bonstetten, Bonnet, selbst Tronchin billigten den Gedanken, und so fingen denn die beiden durch gegenseitige Neigung und gemeinsames Streben zusammengeführten Jünglinge am 1. Mai 1775 ihren Sommerplan“ an. Kinloch hatte im Dorfe Chambésy über dem rechten Ufer des Genfersees, eine leichte Stunde von der Stadt entfernt, halbwegs zwischen Genf und Versoix, ein kleines Landhaus mit sechs Zimmern gemietet, zu dessen Vorzügen auch die geringe Entfernung vom Landgute Bonnets gehörte. Zudem wohnten auf dieser Seite des Sees alle Engländer, mit denen Müller so gern verkehrte. Hier fühlte er sich nun auf längere Zeit wirklich glücklich. Über die Zeiteinteilung des Sommerplanes“ schrieb er an Hauptmann Peyer: „Um 5 Uhr reitet mein Freund in die Stadt und hört Physik. Nachdem ich indeß über die Schweizerhistorie gearbeitet, nehmen wir um 8 Uhr unser Dejeuner, unter welchem wir des Herrn v. Bonstetten Briefe oder einen angenemen französischen Schriftsteller lesen. Um 9 Uhr studieren wir miteinander den esprit des loix. Von 11-1 Uhr beschäftigt sich mein Freund mit den englischen Gesezen, ich studier entweder die vaterländische Geschichte oder andere Wissenschaften. Mit jener bin ich so glücklich, daß ich seit vielen Monaten kein Buch, sondern lauter ungedruckte Urkunden darüber gelesen habe. Um 1 Uhr lesen wir fast immer Tacitum, den römischen Montesquieu. Um 2 Uhr speisen wir. Um 3 Uhr lesen oder spazieren wir oder empfangen oder besuchen wir und das bis 9 Uhr, da wir zu Nacht speisen. Beschäftiget, uns beiderseitig zu vervollkommnen, sind wir einer des andern scharfer Censor und verbessern ebensowohl diese Fehler, welche wir in Gesellschaften und Manieren, als die, welche wir im Raisonnement machen. Wir haben auch gewisse Worte erfunden, welche wir allein verstehen und einander zur Warnung aussprechen, wenn wir bemerken, daß einer unserer Discurse denen, mit welchen wir umgehen, nicht angenem genug ist. Wenn Wissenschaften, Freundschaft, Gesundheit, reine Luft, gute Tafel, gute Gesellschaft und gutes Gewissen, non deficiente crumena, Hauptstücke der menschlichen Glückseligkeit sind, so genieße ich gegenwärtig der vollkommensten und desto lieber, da Kinloch sie mit mir theilt."

#Can't believe Kinloch and Müller invented Polari (joking)#Francis Kinloch #Johannes von Müller #Johannes von Muller #quote #Charles Victor de Bonstetten #Charles Bonnet

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brother-emperors · 2 years

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CASSIUS

Je t'embrasse, Brutus, pour la dernière fois. Amis, il faut tomber sous les débris des Loix. De Cesar désormais je n'attens plus de grace; Il sait mes sentimens, il conna��t notre audace. Notre ame incorruptible étonne ses desseins; Il va perdre dans nous les derniers des Romains. C'en est fait, mes amis, il n'est plus de patrie, Plus d'honneur, plus de loix, Rome est anéantie; De l'Univers & d'elle il triomphe aujourdhui. Nos imprudens ayeux n'ont vaincu que pour lui. Ces dépouilles des Rois, ce Sceptre de la Terre, Six cent ans de vertus, de travaux & de guerre: Cesar jouit de tout, & dévore le fruit Que six siécles de gloire à peine avaient produit. Ah Brutus! es-tu né pour servir sous un Maître? La liberté n'est plus.

La Mort de César, Voltaire

honorable (questionable) mention to that one translation that said ‘no homo, bro’ and cut out Cassius addressing Brutus specifically. that sure was a translation choice (derogatory) to make.

like. alright then.

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#brutus has been forcibly removed from this translation even more than voltaire did in the play itself lmao #i've personally decided to translate 'je t'embrasse brutus' in the complete opposite direction #brutecass #gaius cassius longinus #marcus junius brutus #drawing tag #are they (you know) conspirators?

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clarklexlois · 3 months

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#hiiii i missed him <3 #justice league action #lex luthor #lois lane #clark kent #superman #even tho thats actually plastic man #jla #plastic man of steel #loix #dc #dc cartoons #dcedit #dctv #dctvedit #dailydcvillains #dailydcgifs #dcmultiverse #CLL

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beardedmrbean · 1 year

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1. EU citizens and businesses will have to pay more for CO2 emissions

On Sunday the EU came to an agreement to step up the Emissions Trading Scheme (ETS) in a move that will oblige European citizens and companies to pay more often for the CO2 they emit. Read more.

2. Belgians borrow en masse in rush for energy-saving renovations

Driven by the surge in energy prices a record number of Belgian homeowners have decided that now is the time to make renovations that they expect to pay off even more quickly, given the high price of gas and electricity. Read more.

3. 'Historic agreement' at biodiversity COP: 30% of all land and water protected by 2030

At the UN biodiversity conference in Montreal (Canada), a "historic agreement" has been reached to protect 30% of all land and water area by 2030, and also to release additional funds to help protect biodiversity in developing countries. Read more.

4. Argentina beats France to be crowned World Cup Champions

The final of the 22nd FIFA World Cup brought together two footballing giants France and Argentina on Sunday evening brought as much thrill and heartbreak as any fan could hope for. Read more.

5. How Belgium moved on from the bombings

The bombings made many Belgians face up to questions about the nature of their society. Six and a half years on, Belgium is certainly less innocent and probably less liberal. Read more.

6. Saturday night was the coldest of the year

After more than a week of consistent sub-zero temperatures, Belgium officially recorded its coldest night on Saturday, with the mercury dropping to -6.8°C at the monitoring station of the Royal Meteorological Institute (RMI) in Uccle. Read more.

7. Hidden Belgium: The Scott

It used to be the Pantone Hotel. A cool, colourful concept. But its new owners have revamped this Brussels hotel on the quiet Place Loix. Read more.

#nunyas news

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a110crazy13 · 1 month

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Tour de Corse 2004

#Loix #Peugeot

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conatic · 1 month

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"On ne guérit pas de la schizophrénie, mais ça se soigne" - L'Avenir

Source: lavenir.net

#maladie mentale #belgique #belgium

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bu1410 · 2 months

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Good morning TUMBLR - March 8th - 2024

''Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971."

Ch. IX - Summer Holidays 1997 - Benidorm, Spain

Calpe with its ''Peñón''.

Cala Rincon de Loix - Benidorm - Spain

A112 - Abarth

And like every year, even on 1977 there was a months of July and August, and for us it meant Spanish holidays!

We left towards the end of July (the so called ''intelligent departure'' to avoid the holidaymakers dumped by the factories on the last Friday of the month). We are on board an A112 Autobianchi Abarth, a small car with a certain power but just little comfort – but we're only two of us, so it's not a big problem. We arrived on the Costa Blanca on July 28th, so for 3 nights we slept in Calpe, a few kilometers before Benidorm, in front of the Penon de Calpe, a large sea stack that is a bit reminiscent of those of Capri. On the morning of the fourth day we go down to reception to check out and who do we meet there? The Mr. Gnocchi's family, the owner of the housewares store located in front of my home, in Italy!

Ohh...nice to see you Mr. Gnocchi!! How you doing??

Hey guys, you too here?? Oh yes, come on, we work throughout the year so a couples of weeks of vacation are due!!

Well ...you fully right, Mr. Gnocchi!! Enjoy your holidays!

In Benidorm we are well placed, a terraced house near the Sala de Fiestas de Benidorm, where every evening Italian showgirl Raffaella Carra' performs, highly appreciated in Spain, after his participation in a well-known television show on the La Cinco television channel. Of course we'll make sure to stay away from the grandiose Sala de Fiestas, as long as Raffa is there (the whole month of August…). Like all other fake things, we can't handle the fake Spaniard Raffaella Carra. Meantime, Gianluigi's younger brother, Ennio, had joined us in Spain with a couple of his friends: Robo, a crazy guy from Milan, and Fabio, son of a famous Milan's lawyer. Fabio is also a law student, therefore his nickame for us is ''the Lawyer''.

They were a few days late, because the ''lawyer'' could not find anyone to take care of his 2 mt long python snake during his absence. After few peacefull days and the first accident occours! Gianluigi returns around 3.00 am to find out he forgot the entrance door keys.

''Wait'' he said to the British girl he just met on local club - ''I'll try to climb the little balcony on the house yard, I noticed we left the door-window open....''

Unfortunately, while trying to catch the balcony, he loses his grip on the railing and falls onto the edge of the pool: a really bad fall! It was morning when I get home, to find him lying on one of the pool loungers, with a very swollen ankle.

After he breafed me on what happened, I said:

Well - let's call Robo, the friend of your brother. He's a volunteer nurse in the Red Cross. Based on his experience, he will certainly be able to advise us for the best.

After half an hour the boys arrived, and we were all pending from Robo's lips.

Robo, after checking the injured foot from close, carefully touchin the swollen part and than thoughtfully blurts out:

''Well….tell me Gianluigi…did you hurt your right ankle??!! '' Everybody burst in a thunderous laughter (everyone except Gianluigi…) and than I immediately decide to take the injured guy to the emergency room of the IMED Levante Hospital - after prompt X-Ray, he was diagnosed with a fibula fracture, affecting the ankle. Once we got the diagnose, I asked my friend:

''Do you wana return home??

Gianluigi: Why should I ?''

''Well...becoz of .....this....'' I said indicating the white cast around his leg.

''Naaahhh......let's stay here......much better...''

So Gianluigi spent the entire holiday with his leg in a cast. Which then became funny because everyone, from the waiters in the restaurants, to the bouncers at the entrance of nightclubs, took care to make his life easier: ''Hola hermano pobrecito, que paso'? Tiene tu pierna rota??? Are you sick? Aqui aqui…adelante…'' and so on, all the service staff showed compassion for my friend's condition. So, for obvious reasons, it was one of the calmest holidays spent in Spain. Upon returning home, Gianluigi's mother and grandmother knew nothing about the accident that occurred to their son/grandson. When they saw him, putting their hand to their faces, they blurted out:

What happened Gianluigi?

Ehh…I broke my fibula.

When?

Ehh… almost immediately… the first days of vacation.

''I always knew you're a donkey but.....you could return home, no? You crazy guy .....Gianluigi's mother said.....

INTERLAKEN –Switzerland

Eiger - Switzerland.

After returning home, in one of the frequent evenings at Gianluigi's uncle house, a a fierce discussion arises: ''Is the North Face of the Eiger – famous mountain in the Bernese Oberland – visible from Interlaken?'' Obviously two parties were immediately formed - there were those who argue that yes, it is visible (Armando, the uncle) and those who definitely say no (Gianluigi and me). The diatribe went on for hours, until a bet was made: We'll all go to Interlaken and we'll verify on the spot if Mount Eiger is visible or not from the village center. Once established the matter, the losers will have to pay for a dinner in a restaurant chosen by the winners. Participants in the expedition: uncle Armando, Gianluigi, myself, Ennio (Gianluigi's brother) and Fabio the lawyer. Fabio will make his large Volvo Station Vagon available (since Gianluigi is still wearing his plaster, and needs a comfortable car, where he can stretch his leg)

We left home on a gray morning - it was September - and as soon as we crossed the border into Switzerland it started to rain: certainly not the ideal day for our mission! But anyway, let's hope that the weather in the Bernese Oberland will be more lenient. Naturally we complicate our lives by following Uncle Armando's instructions: he instead on taking the shortest route, passing through the Furka Pass, which, with an elevation of 2,429 metres, was certainly no joke in these weather conditions. We arrived in Interlaken just before midday, it was not raining but the low clouds don't allow us to establish anything! In the sense that the North Face of the Eiger it is possibly visible, but not today! A brief consultation, a check of the road map, and then we decided to climb up the narrow road that leads first to Lauterbrunner and than to the hut under the Mount Eiger. The Volvo Station Wagon is not exactly the ideal car for these types of roads, but in the end we manage to arrive in front of the refuge/restaurant. We intended to check in and eat something – in the meantime we couldn't even see the Eiger from here: unlucky day!! Instead, the hut manager sees us clearly: he came out onto the car parking and starts shouting at us in German language and the only thing I understood is '' Italienische schaiser ''!! We were looking for an impossible intermediation, like ''What's there to eat today''? But the guy, it was like by a devil himself, leaving us no respite, except for a strategic retreat towards the car, and than we set off towards the descent. ''Never mind, said uncle Armando, we'll eat something in Interlaken…….''. Mistake!

Shortly afterwards, on the descent towards the valley, yet another surprise awaits us: a Polizei car is stopped in the middle of the road, blocking our path. We stopped not far away, and a sort of Incredible Hulk gets out of from the car and approaches us.  Good morning!  Good morning officer….  How come you climbed this road?

 You see officer…we wanted to see the Eiger up close…officer….  You cannot run through this road, the transit is reserved for residents.  Really officer? Well you'll have to excuse us, but we didn't see the sign…officer….  There's the sign… it's quite big, how could you not see it?  Well officer……we saw a sign…but it was written in German…and none of us speak German……  Okay, … (hope.....) it means you have to pay a fine of 250 Swiss Francs, come on…. �� Excuse me, officer? But we ……  If you can't pay immediately there's no problem, you'll follow me to our station, and leave the car there and than when you have the money you can come and get it… ahh… the car deposit costs 50 Swiss Francs per day nehh… .

(All this conversation was carried out with the officer speaking the strange Swiss/Italian full of mistakes)

In short, the stubborn Swiss cop – evidently called by the other guy of the refuge – didn't want to listen any excuse from the Italians! A quick check of everyone's resources, and we gather together the amount in Lire and then impatiently wait for the cop, bent on the bonnet of the Volvo, to fill out the endless report. After about half an hour, and ''thousands'' signatures, we're ready to pay…but no!

Can not be done'! Says the cop.

What's the matter? I asked......?

You have to pay in Swiss Francs!

''So''?  So let's go down to the town, find an exchange office, exchange the Lira into Swiss Francs, and than you can pay the fine - says the cop. Needless to say, we did as he said…Another hour and a half spent following this sort of donkey in uniform……… Once the paperwork had been completed and the fine had been paid, we decided to return via the Petit San Bernardo Pass, than Aosta and then Milan. We then had the opportunity to pass through Gstaad, the true pearl of high-level Swiss tourism - very luxurious hotels, starred restaurants, all surrounded by beautiful mountains and uncontaminated nature. For the rest of the trip, unfortunately, we were unable to enjoy the views of Lake Geneva and the Petit Saint Bernard Pass, as darkness had fallen. We returned home without having solved the question of whether the North Face of the Mount Eiger is visible from Interlaken.

A question that, 44 years later, still has not found its answer. We had the dinner that represented the stakes of the bet anyway: each of us paid his share.

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