#nénette

[mudwerks]

Merry Christmas: Nénette et Les Zezettes

Dutch postcard by Het Maastheater, Rotterdadutch

m. Photo: Hans de Jong, Rotterdam. Caption: Nénette et Les Zezettes. You are welcome.

#Nénette et Les Zezettes #postcard #vintage #music #dutch #You are welcome #xmas

[ozu-teapot]

Charlie et ses deux nénettes (Charlie and his Two Chicks) | Joël Séria | 1973

Nathalie Drivet, Jean-Pierre Marielle, et le stick Français

#Nathalie Drivet #Jean-Pierre Marielle #Jean Pierre Marielle #Joël Séria #Charlie et ses deux nénettes #Charlie and his Two Chicks #1973

[sa-jolie-chatounette]

C’mon @littlecupcakeb, we’re going shopping, mignonette.

#c’est moi #coquette nénette #petit gâteau #les amis de nénette #enfant gâté #aesthetique #moodboard #coquette aesthetic #coquette #femme fatale

[uiltoncezar]

nenette et boni / claire denis

#Nénette et Boni #claire denis

[caprogersanon]

@sa-jolie-chatounette consider it an early wedding present ;)

#nénette my love

[theinsatiables]

Editor's Note:

This incredible Nénette and Boni tee is being sold for a cool $221 on ebay.

#Film #Claire Denis #Nénette and Boni

[the-iceni-bitch]

OKAY YKNOW that gif of Lloyd with that knife?! I couldn't stop thinking that he likes to fuck his girl with the handle of it and I ooooopppp💦

Yes!!!

Warnings for sexy stuff with a weapon.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him as he kept flicking the knife through his fingers as he talked to the idiot in front of him, his jaw clenched tight with annoyance in that way that made you want to crawl into his lap and suck on his neck. Instead you settled for pouring him a glass of scotch and bringing it to him, dragging your fingertips along the curve of his arm after giving it to him.

“Well, why don’t you fucking work on actually moving some of the product you already have and then maybe we’ll talk about giving you more men.” Lloyd grabbed your hand when you tried to move back to your seat, pressing his lips to your wrist and gazing at you with dark eyes. “Now get the fuck out.”

“Mmm, what… merde, what are you doing, mon loup?” You whined softly when he dragged the tip of the knife down your hip so he could hook it under the edge of your skirt and pull it slowly up your thigh.

“What were you doing, coquine?” Lloyd grinned when he tossed the knife into his opposite hand and teased it along the straps of your dress while he kissed your stomach gently. “Making me watch you squeeze those sweet thighs together while I’m supposed to be working. You all worked up, ma chatte?”

“Maybe…” you gasped when he suddenly sliced through one strap then the other, your dress sliding down your body until it was pooled at your feet. “You’re just so efficient.”

“You love that, don’t you?” He sat up so he could run his tongue over your nipple, cutting through the thin lace of your panties and sucking on your breast before flipping the knife in his grip again and sliding the handle down until it was teasing over your slit. “Get so worked up watching me handle a weapon, hmm ma pie?”

“Oh god… yes, mmhm.” You let him push you back until you were sitting on the desk, moaning when he pulled your foot into his lap and nipped at your thigh while he tapped the butt of the knife handle against your clit.

“Shhh, just relax, chérie.” Lloyd cooed as he slowly slid the knife inside you, growling into the soft flesh of your thigh when he felt your slick leaking over his hand.

You leaned back on your hands and whined when he started fucking you with the smooth wood of the knife’s handle, his eyes fixed on the way your cunt throbbed and clenched around the weapon as he sucked a series of bruises along your inner thigh. He couldn’t get enough of you, bringing his other hand up so he could rub his thumb over your clit and groaning when you let out a soft cry.

“Lloyd…” You gasped when he pressed against your swollen bud harder, your thighs starting to tremble as he buried his face in the crease of your hip and purred as he inhaled your scent deeply. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I’ll never stop, ma nénette.” He nuzzled at your stomach and gazed at you through his lashes while he cooed softly at you. “I want everything from you, amour, want all the things that belong to me to smell like you and to be the only one who owns your pleasure. Now come for me, ma pie, then I’ll fuck your gorgeous pussy with with my fat cock until you pass out.”

“‘S your pussy, Lloyd.” You were already losing it, a warm coil of pleasure gathering tight in your core until you were right on the edge and your arms collapsed.

“Oh, good fucking girl, it is my pussy.” He stood up so he could curl over you, resting his forehead against yours and panting heavily into your open mouth as he sped up the thrusts of the knife handle into your weeping pussy. “It’s all mine, all of you belongs to me. Now come for me, ma jolie femme, I need it.”

You choked out a sob against his lips when he drove the knife against your g-spot at the same time he pinched your clit, your eyes rolling back in your head as you gripped his biceps and your whole body shook violently. He hissed when he felt your cream run over his fingers, smashing his lips to yours and groaning as he felt your body vibrating underneath him.

“That’s a good girl, mmm, you’re fucking perfect.” He pulled the knife out of you and dragged his tongue over the blade to clean off your mess, grinning wickedly at you when you let out a pathetic mewl as you watched him. “Ma bonne fille, maybe next time I fuck you with my gun, how’s that sound?”

#natalie answers #anon answered #le grand homme and coquinette #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans character

[aurevoirmonty]

« Ce qu'est beau dans le monde animal c'est qu'ils savent sans se dire, tout et tout!… et de très loin! à vitesse-lumière!… nous avec la tête pleine de mots, effrayant le mal qu'on se donne pour s'emberlifiquer en pire! plus rien savoir!… tout barafouiller, rien saisir!… si on se l'agite! la grosse nénette!… pas un mili d'onde!… tout nous frise!… file!… »

Louis-Ferdinand CÉLINE — D'un château l'autre (1957).

[northwest-by-a-train]

#vote now on your phones

[lloydhansenanon]

Hi Mr. Hansen! -waves at you-

Look at the shoes I got yesterday when I was out with Nénette!! -points to them, wiggling my right ankle- Aren’t they so cute?

How are you doing today?

Hey, cupcake.

They’re cute. I was wondering what that extra charge on my card was.

Not too bad, yourself?

#lloyd’s inbox #littlecupcakeb

[ozu-teapot]

Charlie et ses deux nénettes (Charlie and his Two Chicks) | Joël Séria | 1973

#Joël Séria #Charlie et ses deux nénettes #Charlie and his Two Chicks #1973

[sa-jolie-chatounette]

Still drinking if anyone wants to join me…

#nénette’s life #c’est moi #aesthetique #coquette nénette

[inapat17]

“Averroès et Rosa Parks” : a proposition for filming psychiatry (Nicolas Phillibert, 2024)

“Averroès et Rosa Parks” is a documentary released on March 20, 2024. It focuses on the residents of the psychiatric unity of the Esquirol hospital in Val-de-Marne. Through interviews with 10 patients and psychiatrists, Nicolas Philibert takes us into the daily lives of these people, their thoughts, anxieties, and feelings about life in a psychiatric institution.

The director of “Averroès et Rosa Parks” is Nicolas Philibert. Born in Nancy in 1951, he studied philosophy before becoming an assistant director. He soon began co-directing feature-length documentaries. The first of these was “La Voix de son maître” (1978) which interviewed major industrial CEOs and highlighted power dynamics in the world of finance. He directed films such as “La Ville Louvre” (1990), “Le Pays des sourds” (1992), “Un animal, des animaux” (1995), “Être et avoir” (2001), “Nénette” (2010), “La Maison de la radio” (2013). Films that take the time to observe and bring to life the subjects they deal with, the better to show them through the camera. He has won different prizes, has received 120 tributes and retrospectives all over the world and has become a reference in the documentary.

With “Averroès et Rosa Parks”, Nicolas Phillibert is continuing a triptych about psychiatric institutions and their residents. In 2023, “Sur l'Adamant” was released in cinemas, presenting a day center for adults suffering from mental disorders, located on a building floating on the Seine. Also attached to the Saint-Maurice hospitals, some of Adamant's patients are also featured in “Averroès et Rosa Parks”, enabling the director to establish trust with the cared-for and follow their life trajectory. In “La machine à écrire et autres sources tracas…” released two weeks ago, Nicolas Phillibert accompanies care givers to the homes of a few patients suddenly helpless when faced with a domestic problem, a broken appliance, etc...Before that, in 2001, he presented “La Moindre des choses”, about the daily lives of residents and care givers at the La Borde clinic in Loir-et-Cher.

In his film, the director plunges us into the intimate lives of the psychiatric ward's patients: how they live their daily lives in hospital, how they perceive the future, how they feel about other patients and caregivers, and how they perceive themselves... No word is put on their pathology; we don't know, but we can guess as the interviews progress. Nicolas Philibert almost never asks questions: he films meetings between patients and carers (psychiatrists), as well as ward meetings between care givers and patients devoted to raising each person's needs and creating a space for dialogue.

In the interviews, time is allowed to really understand the people involved, as well as the particular moments or processes they may be going through. For example, the unit's managers suggested that one of the residents join a shared apartment where he would have his own room. The patient questions the psychiatrists: will he be able to keep up with his medication? Will he be able to continue coming to the psychiatric integration facilities he already uses? What will his roommates be like? Will he be able to practice his religion?...While we're all familiar with these issues, the film shows how difficult it is for them to integrate into society, and the specialized support provided by hospital staff to help them. Nicolas Phillibert explains: “If mental illness is a pathology of connection, filming interviews seemed to me a good way of showing how care givers try to support those who suffer from it, and to forge with them the supports that can help them get back on their feet, get back on track, re-establish a link with the world, if not with themselves, and reintegrate into the social fabric” (trad.).

What I really liked about “Averroès and Rosa Parks” was analyzing the relationship between caregivers and patients. Observing the attitudes of the psychiatrics, the way they approach patients and give them time. Finding the right words, asking the right questions, managing social relations. More than that, the department's approach is to try to make the unit as welcoming a place as possible, so that patients can feel as good as possible. The question of affection was raised at a meeting between caregivers and patients. Several of the patients explained that affection and physical contact like hugs was one of the things they were missing. That despite the kindness and attention that carers may have, the hospital remains a rather cold, transient place, where staff don't necessarily have the time, the opportunity, or the right to respond to what the patient would like. For affection, the question is a complex one: is this the role of caregivers? How respond to a need that the hospital cannot meet?

Please note that my summary is 100 times worse than the film, so you'll have to go and see it before it's no longer in cinemas…

[carmenvicinanza]

Claire Denis

Claire Denis, regista e sceneggiatrice brillante e contemporanea, che ha diretto le più grandi star del cinema francese, rappresenta un faro di sapienza e maestria nella settima arte.

Nei suoi lavori crea connessioni tra il post-colonialismo e la globalizzazione, analizzando la fenomenologia umana, spesso, a partire dalle sue caratteristiche sessuali. 

L’Africa, con i suoi spazi dilatati e la sua luce, e l’immigrazione nel continente europeo, con il suo drammatico impatto sulle difficoltà della vita quotidiana, sono stati spesso i suoi riferimenti tematici.

Nata a Parigi il 21 aprile 1948, è cresciuta in Africa, suo padre era amministratore civile presso le colonie francesi. Ha frequentato le scuole elementari camerunesi, somale, gibutiane e burkinabé. Ammalatasi di poliomielite all’età di dodici anni, era tornata in Francia curarsi, continuando la sua formazione presso il Lycée de Saint-Germain-en-Laye, dove ha scoperto le magnificenze del cinema, soprattutto quello giapponese.

Dopo una laurea in Lettere e una in Economia, ha avuto un breve matrimonio con un fotografo con cui lavorava.

Quando si è separata si è trasferita per un po’ in Africa, dove ha lavorato come regista presso Télé Niger. Rientrata in Francia è stata assunta dal dipartimento di ricerca dell’Office de Radiodiffusion Télévision Française.

Mentre studiava all’Institut des hautes études cinématographiques, ha realizzato i suoi primi cortometraggi e documentari.

Fondamentale è stata l’esperienza come assistente di registi come Constantin Costa-Gavras, Wim Wenders e Jim Jarmusch.

Il suo primo lungometraggio, Chocolat, del 1988, è stato in concorso al Festival di Cannes. La storia è quella di una donna che torna in un piccolo presidio francese del Nord del Camerun, dove aveva trascorso gran parte della sua infanzia, per rendersi conto di quanto la società fosse cambiata esteriormente e di quanto certi comportamenti fossero stati tramandati alle persone che erano rimaste.

Nel 1990 è uscito S’en fout la mort, ambientato nella banlieue parigina, sulla vita di alcuni immigrati di origine africana, coinvolti in un giro di combattimenti di galli e di scommesse clandestine. Si inizia a palesare, nello stile e le tematiche a lei care, l’aggiunta di violenza da noir e l’interesse per il corpo che prenderanno sempre più definizione nei lavori successivi. 

Nel 1991 ha fondato la sua società di produzione, Les films de Mindif.

Tre anni dopo è uscito J’ai pas sommeil, ispirato alla storia vera di un serial killer, film struggente e disperato in cui ancora una volta racconta la solitudine, il desiderio d’amore e la morte tra quelli che ha definito “i tanti apartheid quotidiani“.

Nel 1996 Nénette et Boni ha vinto il Pardo d’oro al Festival di Locarno. Il film racconta la vita di un fratello e una sorella che vivono soli a Marsiglia. Lei è decisa a dare il neonato in adozione, lui rapisce il piccolo nel disperato tentativo di ridare vita a una famiglia.

Nel 1999 ha realizzato Beau travail, girato a Gibuti, un altro dei paesi della sua infanzia in cui mette in scena una storia di potere e morte all’interno della Legione straniera. Nel film, alla presenza totale e magnetica del paesaggio si sovrappone il suo occhio di donna che descrive un mondo maschile secondo coordinate lucide e acute.

Sono seguiti film che mescolano sesso e cannibalismo, persone bianche e nere, ripulsa e desiderio, come Trouble every day con Vincent Gallo e Cannibal Love – Mangiata viva che rappresenta l’apice della sua estetica post-moderna, dove sangue è pienezza e il corpo è desiderio e fonte di sazietà.

Vendredi soir, del 2003, è stato presentato alla Mostra del Cinema di Venezia.

La sua filmografia è continuata con diversi altri apprezzati lavori, tra cui L’amore secondo Isabelle, del 2017, con Juliette Binoche che è stato candidato a vari premi, César, European Film Award e Best European Film.

Per Avec amour et acharnement è stata insignita dell’Orso d’argento per il miglior regista e Stars at Noon le ha portato il Grand Prix al Festival di Cannes.

Ha girato praticamente un film ogni due anni, compresi diversi documentari.

È apprezzata dalla critica mondiale per la sua ricerca sobria ma appassionata che mette in rapporto il gioco delle relazioni interpersonali con la costruzione dello spazio, il valore espressivo della luce, lo sguardo sui corpi e sul loro equilibrio emotivo.

#unadonnalgiorno #claire denis #cinema

[lonesomemao]

EMOTION DECATHLON

Art Roman

Provo Roubaix

Ne peut plus soutenir

Et être soutenu

Informatique

Par le serveur France-Russie

Le saint-esprit de droite

Guelfe noir disparu

Celui de gauche Guelfe blanc

Guerre dedans

Entre Oxydant et OTAN

Des nœuds dans les raisonnements se faisant

Au microscope

Il faut un Voyant

Art Roman

Anne Hidalgo

Ne voulant pas

Des athlètes russes et biélorussses

A Paris

Le CIO si

Le sport facteur de paix

Pour une Terre unie

C'est ce que le Vatican dit

Vaduz La Base a

Après Hitler Gramsci

Vaduz ormai Nénette jupette

Empire austr-hongrois

Viktor Orban obéit à Nana

Et Film Godzilla Kong

Le premier a la brune Nabilla

Le second la blonde Pamela

Oui mai une immensité est là !

Mardi 2 avril 2024

[the-iceni-bitch]

Got a Jealous Bone

Kinktober Day 14: Collaring

Relationship: mob!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader (le grand homme and coquinette, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~1.2k

Summary: Lloyd needs everyone to know you’re his.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (public sex, vaginal fingering, squirting, nipple piercings, mentions of unprotected vaginal sex), angry Lloyd, hints of crime doings, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: The man is drool worthy and so obsessively in love with his girl I can’t fucking stand it 🥵

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

Lloyd growled into his scotch as he watched the blonde hunk of muscle that was supposed to be standing at the door move even closer to you, ignoring the nattering of the asshole he should probably actually be negotiating with as he considered shooting the meathead in the face when he took your tight lipped smile for encouragement and tried to touch your arm. Just because he liked putting you in those tiny little dresses that could barely hold your tits, all these dicks seemed to think it was an open invitation for them to put their hands on you.

“Thank you, sweetie.” At least the dumb jock’s boss didn’t try to touch you when you set a fresh drink in front of him, but he didn’t try to hide the way his eyes lingered over every inch of you while you started to make your way back towards the chaise that Lloyd kept in his office especially for you. “What a pretty little doll, may just have to steal you away from this bastard.”

Lloyd’s jaw clenched and he saw your nostrils flare at the comment, narrowing his eyes when you huffed and fidgeted with your skirt in that way you did when you were frustrated. The sound of him clearing his throat caught your attention right before you sat down, your gaze snapping to his and warmth flooding your system when you saw the look of pure possession that was etched on his features.

“Viens ici, chaton.” Lloyd groaned softly when you slowly prowled towards him, setting his drink down and reaching out to grip your waist and yank you into his lap once you were close. “Andrews here thinks he can steal you from me, coquine. What do you think about that?”

“Mmm, I don’t like it, mon loup.” You leaned into his touch when his hands traced over your hips, purring when his touch slid between your thighs and resting your head on his shoulder as you pouted at him.

“Of course you don’t, ma nénette.” He tutted and kissed your temple before turning you in his lap so you were facing the two men who had offended him, spreading your legs wide over his thighs and dragging his hand up to cup your throat and play with the collar that was fastened around your neck. “Did you happen to notice this, Andrews?”

“Yes.” The man gritted his teeth as he watched Lloyd toy with you, it would be difficult to miss the massive diamond that was hanging from the plush band of black velvet and nestled at the hollow of your throat. “Why?”

“Oh, it’s just a little anniversary present I got for my sweet magpie, she just loves sparkly things.” Lloyd cooed when you arched into his touch when he started to pet you over the soft lace of your panties. “What does your collar say, chérie?”

“Ah, it says ‘property of Lloyd Hansen’.” You rolled your head to the side so you could moan into his neck when he gradually increased the pressure of his fingers, the soft fabric quickly growing sticky and creamy as you became more and more aroused. “Because I’m Daddy’s.”

“That’s fucking right, mon enfant gâté.” Lloyd purred into your ear before scowling at the two men who were starting to look marginally uncomfortable, their eyes finally moving away from you even when Lloyd gave your pussy a light smack and you let out an absolutely beautiful whimper. “All of you belongs to me, and I don’t remember giving either of these two assholes permission to look at my tits, or my pussy.”

“Hansen…”

“I’m not talking to you, bastard.” Lloyd licked your neck and slid the hand that wasn’t playing with your cunt up to drag the top of your dress down until your tits popped out, teasing the jeweled bars that ran through your nipples until you were squealing and wiggling in his lap. “Should I punish them, amour? You know how much I hate when anyone looks at you.”

“N-non, mon homme.” You shivered and whimpered into his mouth when he moved his lips back to yours, his long fingers dragging the fabric of your panties to the side then starting to teasingly swirl over your slit as you leaked cream all over the both of you, ignoring the two men who were looking at the ceiling as you gripped his bicep tightly. “No, just show them why I’m yours, daddy, you need the new territory.”

“Mmm, my clever girl, even when I’m about to make you squirt all over everything. Do not look at her, Andrews.” Lloyd snarled at him after giving you a swift kiss, plunging his fingers inside you and starting to fuck you with his hand even as he kept pinching and tugging on your nipples while you buried your face in his neck and moaned, your body arching into his hand as your core started to grow tighter impossibly fast under his touch. “Look at me. You too… whatever your fucking name is. You’re lucky my girl is in such a sweet mood or you’d be getting carried out of here in pieces and I’d still take your territory. So give me a good fucking deal and do it fast so I can spoil her like she deserves.”

Whatever they said next was drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in your ears and your own wails as you fell apart, your release gushing and squirting out of you and making a mess all over the floor while your cunt spasmed around Lloyd’s fingers as he kept driving them into you. You were barely aware of him biting your breasts and calling you his good girl before he let you sag against him, his fingers still gently petting your pussy once you had settled as his other hand slid up to cup your throat while he continued his discussion. As soon as you felt him start to toy with your collar again, you couldn’t help but purr, making soft and pleasant noises against his skin while you curled up in his lap and wound your arms around him, trapping his hand between your thighs as you dozed off.

Lloyd smiled softly when he felt your warm breath fanning over his neck while you kept letting out sleepy little kitten noises, rubbing his cheek against your hair as he teased his fingers under the plush velvet of your choker as he finally got the idiots out of his office and turned his full attention back to you. He cooed when you whined as he stood up to carry you back to the chaise, laying you down gently and pressing kisses all over your neck and shoulders as he peeled your dress off the rest of the way and stretched his body next to yours as he grabbed one of the files August had left for him.

“Shhh, mon joli chaton, you rest, amour.” He kissed your hair when you murmured at him as you curled closer, trailing his fingers over your side lazily while he started to read. “Always so tired when you come for an audience, take your little kitty nap and then I’ll fuck you right on the conference table in nothing but your pretty collar during the next meeting.”

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