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perfectpryce · 6 months

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10th anniversary: Le démantèlement

Canadian release: November 5, 2013

Directed by: Sébastien Pilote

#le demantelement #the auction #sebastien pilote #sébastien pilote #le démantèlement #gabriel arcand #gilles renaud #sophie desmarais #lucie laurier #johanne-marie tremblay #quebec cinema #canadian cinema #movies #movies i love

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ruemorinpointcom · 9 months

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#canada #cinéma #culture #inclusion #manchette #plaques #saguenay #sébastien pilote #sclérose #section #société

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elmaxlys · 2 years

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original concept for 17yo tag via: http://boombros.net/animation/portfolio/foot-2-rue/

I spent too long looking for this again so now that i did find it again I’m posting it here so I don’t lose it, don’t mind me

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#both are so much better than what we got orz #foot 2 rue #foot 2 rue extreme #f2rx #sébastien tagano #art #f2rx pilote

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inafieldofdaisies · 5 months

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WIP Whenever (since I'm way late for a Wednesday check-in)

Popping in with a new OC reveal this week, mwah. Meet Sébastien as he runs headfirst, or shall I say falls, into trouble.

"And above all, keep your feet and legs together.", the faint droning of the instructor rang in the background as Sébastien regarded the picturesque scenery below him through the opening of the small plane, "You listenin'?" He let out a chuckle before sending a smile the man's way, same one he would offer his father's investors anytime he'd be forced to sit into a meeting with them and pretend he knew all about running their family business. "Of course, m-", he racked his brain, trying to remember a name, first or last, anything, at the end coming up empty, "my dear newfound friend." The bored look he received as a reply wasn't promising, but he wasn't there to impress anyone, rather than seconds away from plummeting down from 10 000 feet up, if luck had it, gracefully and without a hitch. "You sighed the waiver.", the man muttered under his breath before continuing, "From your demeanor, I take it you're not worried?" "No.", Sébastien lied as he braced against the side of the plane, completely suited up, wondering if the truth would stop him from his most recent adrenaline seeking spontaneous trip. His forged license ensured him passage, a seat on the plane, almost making him forget he had to also act the part, doubting money would slay the person in front of him with how much weight he put on the rules even before take-off.

"Good.", a mumble sounded from the front, followed by a wave from their pilot aimed at the instructor. "-clearance.", he strained his ears, trying to catch whatever the two were hunkered down and whispering about. "Okay. Showtime, Mr. King.", it took him a lot of willpower to not instinctively correct the fake name he had given upon meeting the man and signing a stack of documents before his dive. His father would always talk about how much pride he had to have in the Gallagher-Kerring name, the legacy it carried, same one that gave people a pause and made it super easy for him to be tracked down. "I thought we weren't due for a couple of more minutes?", checking his watch was close to impossible, with all the gear he had on, but eventually he managed to confirm his suspicion. The scenery wasn't of much help location wise with the fields and various small structures scattered between winding roads signaling, he could have been anywhere over Montana. The body of water they passed reminded him he wasn't exactly listening to that part of the lecture. Just aim for anything that's not water. Easy. "Time flies.", was all the instructor offered before bracing his hands on his hips, "Usually we would need the equipment back by Friday, or else you lose the deposit, but seeing how you have your own and didn't request retrieval…" "That won't be an issue?" The plan was to skydive, land near Missoula, maybe hitchhike there if he felt extra adventurous. Everything he wore was practically brand new, purchased after he had stormed the closest specialized store he could find the moment he had left the most recent gathering Frank Gallagher-Kerring had bestowed upon him. The bright yellow and black piece covering his lean body wasn't exactly his first choice, but he was assured it was the best and most expensive one they had.

"Yeah. Any further questions, Mr. King?" "No. Thank you.", he paired the words with another grin while wishing for the man to already stop talking. With a final clearance and another quick whisper session with the pilot, Sébastien found himself threading air, all his instincts screaming at him he would die. Instead of listening to the pesky voice, he focused on his surroundings and how the small dots that were in reality trees and other buildings became large, closer as he spread his limbs face-to-earth to avoid spinning out and actually making true on that fear. "I'm alive!", he screamed on top of his lungs, absorbing as much of the giddy sensation as he could. There always came a time during whatever dangerous endeavor he partook where his mind would seem so much clearer, though usually he had others with him, drowning out the tranquility. "3000 feet.", the altimeter attached to his helmet announced, kicking him back into action as he recalled his instructor's word about the moment he needed to open his parachute. His right hand grasped the rip-cord while his left came to rest across his waist. A sudden jolt followed as the canopy unfolded, making his breath hitch. He pushed through the shock as a satisfied smile spead over his features. "Piece of cake.", he muttered while his eyes zeroed on a white shape speeding down one of the roads he could see from his position. He had no idea how much time passed where he descended towards the clearing he believed was good enough for a landing with the alternative of ending up in one of the trees nearby, slightly worrying him.

Then he felt it, trying to convince himself the adrenaline was playing tricks on him - something flying past him as smaller forms that looked almost like ants came into view. Whatever calm had taken over his body left him at once when the whoosh happened again, followed by another. A stinging sensation registered in his arm as he gripped his parachute risers tighter. His gaze widened in horror at the tear in his suit as another bullet flew past and missed him. The multiple holes marrying the previously intact material of the bright yellow and black canopy only fueled it. "No fucking waaaaay.", he let out a string of curses as panic swooped in together with the realization he was being shot at. That the shapes that previously looked like ants were people with guns and coming in closer as he descended down. In his attempts to avoid getting killed by something that had nothing to do with his questionable choices, he focused on the road next to the clearing, hoping the maniacs would let out if he landed outside of what he assumed was their private property they were so dead set on defending from an innocent skydiver. Their angry yells mixed until they were indistinguishable as he began plummeting down faster thanks to his parachute being turned into swiss cheese. The wind worked in his favor somewhat, granting him a lead on his pursuers. More bullets flew, all missing him by mere chance, making him glad whoever those men were they certainly had worse aim than him at his very first shooting lesson his father had dragged him to when he was but 10.

"Come on. Come on, baby.", he chanted as his luck ran out and his hopeful descent turned nightmarish, faster, out of control. It was becoming clear making it to the safety of the road wasn't in the cards for him when his trajectory shifted dramatically despite him trying his hardest to keep steady. "FUCCK.", ripped out of his throat as he calculated his chances of making it over the tree line separating the fields from the road. No way. It was going to take a miracle. All he could do was close his eyes while his elbows locked together to instinctively protect his face from the incoming collusion. A part of him wondered if he should pray, if anything would even consider saving him with his track record of mayhem. "I wanna live. I'd donate all my money if I have to.", spilled out as a promise, thought he meant just the first part, letting go of his usual lifestyle felt impossible, out of the question. It's all he had and considered deserving off after surviving being raised by a Gallagher-Kerring. Sébastien had no idea how his landing actually unfolded as he kept his eyes shut, chanting reassurances under his breath, all he knew was that one second he was facing certain death, the next he felt his parachute hook onto something. "What the-", he could still hear faint shouts behind him, as his harness pulled at his body, feet dangling uselessly midair instead of touching the ground below, "I'm alive? Fuck. Gotta move." His hands shook as he grasped at the buckles, willing for his fingers to cooperate and undo them before whatever advantage he had on his attackers would vanish entirely.

"It's not that high. Nope.", he lied to himself, feeling idiotic for fearing such small drop after having literally dove out from a plane and risked his life for thrills. He held his breath as the final straps keeping him suspended gave way and gravity brought him down, his not so graceful but loosened stance softening his fall to a degree. With racing heart he relaxed into the grass beneath him, his victory becoming shortlived as he looked up and met a pair of angry eyes, then his gaze lowered, stopping at the rifle cluthed in the bloody grip of the unkept man looming above him. "Friendly, kind sir.", he whispered and shimmied back until his helmet made contact with something solid. It's just a big stone. Yeah. Not a leg connected to a person. It's what went through his mind despite suspecting reality was different and granted, when his head twisted to glance at what he had run into in his attempt to retreat, another just as equally furious seeming man greeted him by sneering his way. He would have bet a good chunk of money they were brothers, with the one behind him looking like he had been eating his vegetables and then some. "Fried-", a hand pulled him to his feet like he weighted nothing and made the word die before it formed fully, especially with how the longhaired Berserker wanna-be was holding onto his helmet, making him wonder if his grip would squish his head if nothing stood in its path. The fact he was taller than Sébastien didn't help, either. "We should call this in. Otis, get me Brother John on the line.", the shorter brother barked an order, attention shifting past the two. And then there were three?

His captor let out a low grunt, "We should, Bo… but he said he is to not be bothered today. Under any circumstance." "With the exception of anything related to the Deputy.", a third voice presumably belonging to Otis added, or at least it's what he hoped - that he wasn't about to be surrounded by a whole gang of trigger happy locals that took trespassing way too seriously. I wasn't even touching the ground. His hand inched up to his face, aiming for the clasp under his chin while Bo rubbed his dark beard, contemplating their options. "This Sinner fell from the sky.", he pointed his rifle at Sébastien, making him hold his breath in anticipation of the worst, "What if this is part of the Father's prophecy? A sign?" Sinner? Father? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING? Did I travel back in time? Sébastien forced a laugh, "It's called skydiving, have you people not heard of it? You know, plane, jumping, freefalling, then parachuting the rest of the-" The Berserker shook him in warning, its threatening tone not halting his concealed efforts at freeing himself, "SHUT UP." "Sorry. Just-" "I said shut your mouth, Sinner before you become an Angel.", the sentence was uttered through gritted teeth, before the man addressed his shorter look-alike, "Or the Sinners are sending in reinforcements, airdropping them, hoping we'd be caught off guard." Like I have a chance at taking you all out. I've been hitting the gym, but not that HARD. "Call this in, Otis. Brother John would like to know.", Bo concluded with a nod.

The second the command was spoken out loud, the clasp securing the helmet to Sébastien's head came undone. Before any of the three men could blink, he was making a run for it, discarding the piece of equipment as years of running track in highschool came back to him, but instead of running to impress his father, he was running for his life. "GRAB HIM.", the scream Bo released pushed him to speed up, his calves and whole body really aching from the fall while his eyes remained glued ahead, knowing glancing back would do him no good. Only add to his raising panic, feeding a different level of adrenaline. With the rustling behind him signaling the nearing recapture, he vaulted the fence that stood between him and freedom, leaping onto the road and almost getting ran over by a white truck in the process. His hands rose up as to shield him as Sébastien saw his life flash before him for a second time that day before whoever was behind the wheel hit the breaks hard, forcing the vehicle to an abrupt stop inches away from him. "I'M CROSSING HERE, YOU FUCKING IDIOT.", he yelled and hit the truck's hood for good measure, and he would have been embarrassed by how high pitched the words were, if he wasn't absolutely furious. I'm a Gallagher-Kerring. His brain didn't even fully register the strange cross painted on the vehicle or how it matched the one on his pursuers' sweaters. "Get down.", a deep voice responded before a shot rang out and he ducked without a second thought, scrambling towards the side of the truck as bullets began flying. A rumbling noise sounded from the treeline, followed by a red light exploding in the sky. A flare.

Sébastien watched in horror, suspecting more trouble was headed his way when the gunfire died down as fast as it had started. "Hey.", a door slammed shut, making him move further away from the passenger's side of the truck while the same voice from before added, "You alive, jaywalker?" Boots crunched against the gravel as he rounded the front of the vehicle, his determined approach and the fact he was armed activating Sébastien's fight or flight instincts. "Stay back.", he hollered as a blond man, who couldn't have been older than him, came into view. "Easy now.", a laughter escaped him when he shoved his gun in the waistband of his jeans, his palm circled his own face then pointed at him, "Did you fall into a bush?" "No." "Got caught in the cattle fence as little ducky was crossing the road? Where's your mama?", Sébastien eyed his outstretched arm with suspicious before reluctantly grabbing it so he can help him up. He shook of the man's hold, putting safe distance between them as he braced for another attack. "Skydiving into a tree.", he muttered under his breath and a realization dawned on him, "YOU- YOU- DUCKY?" The stranger shrugged as he regarded him from head to toe before swiveling on his heel, "Yellow. Duck. Wasn't me who picked that outfit, chief. Would you rather me call you baby chick? That was option B. Felt too on the nose."

His anger rose back to the surface as the man climbed back into his truck and he spun to stare at him through the rolled down window, "You have no idea who you're talking to!" All he got initially was a slow, unimpressed blink, "Do tell, your Majesty?", he tapped his watch, an old looking thing, "But make it quick." "I-", his mouth snapped shut. A smirk came over the man across him, "Well? You shy? I'd start first, name's Calahan. Calahan Hartley. Your turn." "Sébastien Theodore Phoenix Sawyer Thatcher Landon Nicholas Gallagher-Kerring.", his full name spilled out, making him feel like he was at the front of his class, confusing everyone and then himself by the reaction it always got out of people. Blond eyebrows twisted in confusion before Calahan released a chuckle, the usual of recognition upon speaking the Gallagher-Kerring name nowhere in sight, "Wait. Are you actually for real?" "It's my name." "Jesus. Your parents hate you or something, bud?", he leaned back into his seat, giving him a first look at the bodies laying on the road a few feet away from them, the pools of blood making him woozy. In turn, Hartley seemed completely at ease, like he hadn't just taken out three men and potentially saved his life. Sébastien frowned, "No." Silence took over before Calahan cleared his throat and nodded at the passenger's side, "You need a ride?" "I will pass." "Be my guest, your Majesty, just a friendly word of advice… that red flare? Means more of those fuckers are coming as reinforcements and I ain't sticking around to play your bodyguard, I'm on a tight schedule. When they roll up, just say you're ready for your Cleansing and praise the Father."

"You're not one of them?" "Hell no." A sigh left Sébastien before his fingers lowered to the door handle, "They shot at me." "Their usual modus operandi with all of us locals. Where?" He pulled at his sleeve until the place where one of the bullets had grazed his upper arm peeked through, crimson marrying the yellow material. "Have seen worse, far worse." "Are you serious?" Mischief shone in his eyes, "You're gonna live, bud, I promise, giving ya the word of a Hope County Deputy. Last chance, are you hitching a ride with me or going for a Peggie pick-up? John is going to have a field day with ya." As he said that, he stepped on the gas enough for the vehicle to inch forward, clearly enjoying the precicament Sébastien had found himself in and how riled up he got at his words. "Who's John?", he asked as he settled into the passenger seat. "It's a long story, short one is: someone you don't want to mess with. How about you start tellin' me how you ended up here and why these three were chasing you?" "It's a long story.", Sébastien parrotted back, finding himself unable to shake off the bitereness at the man's previous comments. "Cheer up, your Majesty. I should be sulking at you for almost denting my truck, after the hassle it was to steal." "I have a name. And you stole a truck?" Calahan rolled his eyes, "Among other things. So, what should I call you for short because I ain't reciting that long-ass name back to you…"

His hands crossed over his chest as Calahan put the truck into drive, "Nothing." "Rubber ducky it is, then." "Maurizio's fine.", he grumbled, causing the Deputy to laugh again. So happy to be providing entertainment for you. "That wasn't even among the names you listed, chief. I think." "It's what friends call me." "Uh-oh, did I get upgraded to a friend?" "Absolutely not." "Ouch.", Calahan rubbed his chest, "Hurts almost as a bullet. You part of a dynasty?" "Something like that. Why were they shooting at me?" "Cult took over after we tried to arrest their leader, has the whole county on lockdown and communications cut off, hence why I was askin' how you got here." "What, I don't look like a local?" He snorted, "Do I start with your outfit, posh accent, or long name that won't fit on a name tag?" "I'm regretting my choice to hitchhike already." "Hey, no offense. You asked. Plus, you need to flag me down first, not jump out in the middle of the road like you're trying to trap me into paying you damages." Sébastien ignored the apology, "How do I get to Missoula?" "You listening to anything I just said? Or did you hit your head as you fell down? Lockdown." Denial seeped into his system at the fact he was stranded in the wrong place, "I need a ride to Missoula." "Can't do."

"I will pay you.", he patted the inside pocket of his suit, the wad of cash he carried around for emergencies giving him a sense of comfort. "As tempting as that sounds, we're in a middle of a holy war, so I can't be your personal driver." "I need to make a call then. You got a cell?" He had left his own behind, knowing his father would immediately track him down otherwise, now he kind of wished he would have left a trail to follow. Certainly, would have solved his 'stuck in the middle of a hostile conflict' problem promptly. Calahan groaned, "You truly ain't listening." The truck drove past a sign announcing they're entering 'Fall's End.', and his attention drifted off again, forcing his reluctant driver to call out his nickname. "What?" "I asked if you're fine making a quick stop on the way to the doctor's. I know you have to get that fatal wound treated ASAP." "Stop where?" Various structures lined the road on both sides, some burned down, others appearing like they had housed a face-off or two. "Here.", the vehicle rolled to a stop in front of a relatively spared building, the neon sign of a woman in just her bikini and a set of wings drawing his gaze. "A bar? It's barely past noon." He had no idea why he had even muttered that, considering he himself had participated in far worse activities in his lifetime, ones that often created a media storm Frank Gallagher-Kerring paid a fortune to bury. "You can stay in the car, posh boy. I won't be long."

Calahan didn't wait for his reply, quickly exiting the car without sparing him a look as he strutted inside the bar. "Fuck this.", Sébastien slammed the door with way too much force, contemplating if he should try to track down a working phone line, no matter how much he dreaded crawling back to his father that soon. This is hardly a proper rebellion. At the end, he dragged himself towards the bar, the bell's jiggle cutting off whatever conversation Calahan was having with a woman and by the knowing look she gave him, he was most likely the subject of it. "Mary May, this is…", Hartley paused, expecting he would just introduce himself, then turned around to shoot him a glance, "Humor me. I saved your life." "Sébastien Gallagher-Kerring." "Hilarious. You forgot like 20 names." "Whatcha drinking?", the blonde nodded his way. "Organic tea?" Before he knew it, she was placing a quick kiss against Calahan's cheek before backing away with an annoyed expression, "I hate you, you know that, Rookie?" "The feeling of being right.", he sighed and locked his hands at the nape of his neck, leaning back in the chair he was occupying. "Sorry, I'm lost.", Sébastien uttered out as he slid into the seat next to his. "You're in a bar in Montana.", Mary May began and placed an empty glass in front of him, "Closest you'd get to me making you tea, even at lunch is serving you lukewarm water with some of my spit in it. Organic." Calahan leaned in, whispering loudly, "Also known as blatant disrespect. Which I would advise against." "Damn right. You order liquor.", she chimed in as she poured him a drink, "With how pale you are, it might even do you some good."

"Man went through his first Peggie encounter, Angel." "And then Zorro got to his face and bold choice of outfit, too?" It was the second time someone had commented on his face, making him wonder if he wanted to see the damage done by his landing while his hand ran across his clean-shaven cheek. "Skydiving." At the same moment Calahan said, "Maurizio hugged a tree… and it hugged him back." "No wonder he asked for organic tea." "He is also in the room.", Sébastien retorted back before he brought the glass to his lips, hoping the alcohol look make his situation seem less hopeless, or at least take care of the constant dull pain in his arm. The bell chimed behind him, and while he ignored the sound, choosing to wallow in his bad luck, Hartley spun around in his seat and let out a low whistle directed at whoever had arrived. "Chief! Come meet a noble." "Noble?", there was humor in the newcomer's voice as he slapped his back and leaned against the bar. Sébastien could feel him staring and he reluctantly lifted his gaze, meeting a pair of friendly blue eyes. "See this face, ducky? You see someone like him but covered in tattoos and rambling about sin and the Power of Yes,", Calahan waves his hand towards the man's face like he was giving a lesson, "you run the other way. Preferably not in front of my truck." "Very funny, Cal.", the dark haired man grumbled out, before reaching his arm across him for a handshake, "Leslie Parish. Don't mind him. I look nothing like John." "Still in denial." "Sébastien Gallagher-Kerring." "Well, now that you two are acquainted, Les, do you feel like givin' me a hand and taking this one to the doc? Peggies gave him a boo-boo." After blowing a kiss to Mary May Calahan jumped out of his chair, pushing the door open just as Leslie finally realized he was being entrusted to take care of a complete stranger, "Should I expect trouble?" He smirked at the question, "From me or him? Both debatable."

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usafphantom2 · 2 months

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Russia threatened to shoot down French AWACS over the Black Sea

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 02/23/2024 - 00:08in Military, War Zones

Russian forces threatened to shoot down a French surveillance plane that patrolled international airspace over the Black Sea, a sign of Moscow's increasingly aggressive behavior as the invasion of Ukraine struggles to move forward, French defense officials said on Thursday.

“A Russian air traffic control system threatened to shoot down French aircraft in the Black Sea when we were in a free international zone where we patrolled,” French Defense Minister Sébastien Lecornu told RTL radio.

A French military spokesman, Colonel Pierre Gaudillière, said Lecornu was referring to an incident in mid-November that involved one of the four gigantic E-3F of France's Airborne Alert and Control Systems, or AWACS, surveillance aircraft flying over international waters in the Black Sea. Gaudillière described the incident as unprecedented for the French pilots in that region.

“Through a radio exchange, the pilots were threatened by the Russians,” Gaudillière said.

“It was a particularly aggressive radio exchange,” he added. "It's the first time."

Two other authorities said that the conversation was in English and that Russian air traffic control said that their forces would "destroy" the French aircraft. The authorities spoke on condition of anonymity for discussing the confidential details.

In his radio interview, Lecornu said that Russia is returning to a "particularly aggressive" posture that recalls the behavior of the former Soviet Union during the Cold War.

“Russia's behavior in 2024 is not related to what we saw in 2022 and, obviously, before the aggression in Ukraine,” the minister said. "This is explained by the fact that Russia is in difficulty on the battlefield in Ukraine."

French air force pilots regularly patrol NATO's eastern flank, part of the efforts of the military alliance of 31 nations to strengthen their defenses since Russia launched the large-scale invasion of Ukraine two years ago on Saturday.

On board a French air force AWACS flight to the Black Sea coast in January, one of the pilots told the Associated Press that they seek to calm any tensions if they are intercepted by Russian planes, which he said was rare.

“Our orders must be, say, passive,” said the pilot, Major Romain. "For a civilian, let's say 'educated'".

Flying well above the Black Sea coast, the French AWACS use their powerful radar and other surveillance equipment to spy on the Crimean Peninsula, which was taken from Ukraine by Russia and annexed in 2014. Flights can detect missile launches, aerial bombardments and other military activity in the Ukraine war.

Russian pilots have sometimes made it clear that they do not like to be observed.

In 2022, a Russian fighter launched a missile near a British Air Force RC-135 Rivet Joint surveillance aircraft that was flying in international airspace over the Black Sea, the British government said. The United States government released a video in March 2023 of a Russian jet fighter dumping fuel into a U.S. Air Force surveillance drone. The drone crashed into the Black Sea.

Source: AP

Tags: Armée de l'air - French Air Force/French Air ForceMilitary AviationE-3 SentryWar Zones - Russia/Ukraine

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Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, he has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has works published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. He uses Canon equipment during his photographic work in the world of aviation.

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haitilegends · 7 months

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PIERRE QUALO, a significant figure in the Haitian Air Force, was once hailed as Haiti's hero. He earned this title by swimming a mile and a half from the coast to save a fellow pilot, Gerard Dufanal, whose plane had crashed into the sea. Interestingly, their bond deepened when they married two sisters from the Mews family, and their friendship remained strong until the end of their lives.

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vetteldixon · 7 months

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→24 Hours Of Le Mans 2011: Peugeot Racing Team.

Les 24 heures du MANS vues a travers les yeux d'Audrey REPINGON, 'nounou' des pilotes PEUGEOT : tout en douceur, la jeune femme réveille Sébastien BOURDAIS le pilote star de la Peugeot n° 9 pour prendre le relais de son équipier. (Philippe Petit/Paris Match)

#sébastien bourdais #not to be soft about matrimony on main but oh my god #24h le mans #24h le mans 2011 #green hair...jeans...boots...i see ya sea bass #just keeping the original french caption pcq c trop mignonne 🥺🛏💞

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spacetimewithstuartgary · 3 months

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Another Puff of Ash from Popocatépetl

Popocatépetl, Mexico’s most active volcano and second-highest peak, sits just 70 kilometers southeast of Mexico City and 40 kilometers west of Puebla. The towering stratovolcano has been erupting for decades, with near constant venting from the crater punctuated by the cyclical growth of viscous lava domes and explosive blasts of ash and volcanic bombs.

The OLI (Operational Land Imager) on Landsat 8 captured an image of one of the volcano’s recent bouts of activity on January 27, 2024. According to Sébastien Valade, a volcanologist at National Autonomous University of Mexico, the brown part of the plume contains ash. In winter, winds often blow the ash to the east, as this image shows. In summer, the wind direction switches and often blows ash to the west and north.

“The ash is thin and not very high in the atmosphere, but there’s still enough of it to have minor impacts on nearby communities,” said Valade, who has developed a platform called MOUNTS (Monitoring Unrest From Space) that tracks Popocatépetl’s activity using data from several satellites. “Compared to what Popocatépetl is capable of, you can think of this as a little hiccup.”

Mexico’s Centro Nacional de Prevención de Desastres (CENAPRED) reported that the ash plume reached heights of roughly 2.4 kilometers (1.5 miles) on January 27 and led to minor ashfall in the towns of Nativitas, San Pablo del Monte, Ixtacuixtla de Mariano Matamoros, Zacatelco, Chiautempan, Santa Ana Nopalucan, Tlaxcala, Totolac, and Panotla. When volcanic ash—made of shards of glass and pulverized rock—falls on nearby communities, it can cause respiratory problems, contaminate drinking water, and harm livestock and crops.

The Washington Volcanic Ash Advisory Center, a NOAA group that tracks ash hazards, issued several alerts to pilots that day. Ash poses a risk to aircraft by blocking engine fuel nozzles, clogging air filters, and causing a range of other problems. According to one recent study of ash dispersal based on two decades of satellite observations from NASA’s MODIS (Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer) sensor, there are more than 100 airways that can be affected by ash from eruptions at Popocatépetl.

The current level of activity at Popocatépetl regularly produce explosive eruptions that rank as about 2 or lower on the Volcano Explosivity Index (VEI), according to Smithsonian’s Global Volcanism Program. The highest value on the logarithmic scale is 8—an eruption so powerful that it would eject more than 1,000 cubic kilometers of material to heights of 25 kilometers or above, akin to the massive supervolcano eruptions that have occurred at Yellowstone in the United States or at Mount Toba in Indonesia.

Geologic evidence indicates that Popocatépetl, named for the Aztec word meaning “smoking mountain,” has produced at least four extremely explosive “Plinian” eruptions that ranked 3 or higher on the VEI index since the mid-Holocene, with the most recent in roughly 40 B.C.E. It has produced 37 known eruptions with a VEI of 1 or higher.

The most recent eruptive period began in 1994 after a 70-year period of quiet. “We saw about a decade of intensifying unrest that reached a crescendo of activity in the early 2000s,” Valade said. During the past decade, the intensity of the unrest had been gradually fading. “By early 2022, it looked like the eruption was on track to die out completely,” said Valade.

Then, in mid 2022, NASA’s OMI (Ozone Monitoring Instrument) sensor and the European TROPOMI (Tropospheric Monitoring Instrument) sensor began to detect increasing levels of sulfur dioxide emissions—a sign that fresh magma was entering and refilling Popocatépetl’s magma system and nearing the surface. This proved to be the first stage of another period of activity that peaked with a particularly explosive round of eruptions in May 2023.

Since then, the intensity of activity has been slowly fading, said Valade. He added: “But I expect we’ll continue to see sustained activity in the coming months and years because of that recharge period in 2022.”

NASA Earth Observatory image by Michala Garrison, using Landsat data from the U.S. Geological Survey. Story by Adam Voiland.

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C’est le rendez-vous des plus radicaux de l’extrême droite française. Chaque année, aux alentours du 9 mai, les néofascistes français déambulent en toute quiétude à Paris. Derrière une banderole «Sébastien présent», ils sont régulièrement une grosse centaine de militants portant des drapeaux noirs, souvent ornés de la croix celtique, à défiler en rang depuis la station RER Port-Royal, dans le Ve arrondissement de Paris, jusqu’à la rue des Chartreux, située non loin. C’est le Comité du 9-Mai (C9M), un hommage à Sébastien Deyzieu, un jeune militant du mouvement pétainiste l’Œuvre française, mort d’une chute accidentelle alors qu’il tentait, le 9 mai 1994, d’échapper à la police après une manifestation interdite par les autorités de l’époque.

«Provoquer la terreur»

Une manifestation qui n’est pas du tout du goût des habitants du quartier. «Cela fait quatorze ans que je subis ça en bas de chez moi et j’aimerais que ça cesse», explique Antoine (1) à Libération. L’appartement de ce riverain a une vue plongeante sur la rue où se déroule l’hommage. «Leurs discours sont violents, leurs gestes, des saluts nazis qu’ils ne peuvent s’empêcher de faire, sont insupportables. Il y a chez eux une volonté de provoquer la terreur», précise ce neveu d’un pilote de la RAF mort aux commandes de son avion pendant la Seconde Guerre mondiale. D’autant que la mouvance est violente, comme l’a confirmé notre enquête dévoilant les coulisses d’une ratonnade avortée de ces mêmes néonazis en marge du match France-Maroc en décembre dernier.

«Nous refusons de vivre dans la peur», explique Antoine, qui tient chaque année, avec sa femme, à montrer sa désapprobation par de petites actions symboliques. Si leurs voisins ferment leurs volets pendant la manifestation, eux ont affiché un message de tolérance en plusieurs exemplaires dans la rue ou diffusent de la musique pour tenter de couvrir les chants virulents des manifestants.

Fatalisme ambiant

Le couple tient à préciser qu’ils ne sont «pas des militants politiques» : «On est juste des gens qui ont une vision du monde et de l’histoire qui ne collent pas avec la leur.» Et de regretter un certain fatalisme ambiant. Ils en veulent surtout aux autorités, qui autorisent chaque année le rassemblement, «à l’exception d’une fois quand Bertrand Delanoë leur avait interdit de défiler». «On nous dit “il ne faut pas en parler, ils sont connus et surveillés donc laissons-les faire”», fait savoir Antoine. Résultat : «ils sont de plus en plus nombreux chaque année», à l’exception du la période du Covid, en 2020, où seule une dizaine d’entre eux s’était présentée. Le couple dit aussi avoir remarqué qu’une nouvelle génération de militants d’extrême droite s’étaient emparés de la cérémonie. «Les vieux viennent de moins en moins, remarque Céline. Ils sont de plus en plus jeunes, c’est assez affligeant.» [...]

Depuis la reprise en main du C9M par le Bastion social et les Zouaves Paris, les effectifs ont crû et le rassemblement a pris de l’ampleur. L’année dernière, ils étaient presque 200 à se rassembler. Il y a fort à parier qu’ils seront encore plus nombreux ce samedi. Depuis plusieurs semaines, des groupuscules d’extrême droite radicale, notamment parisiens, battent le rappel des troupes sur les réseaux sociaux et collent des affiches à Paris, Lyon, Bourges, Aix-en-Provence, Versailles, Tours ou encore Perpignan pour venir grossir les rangs de la manifestation. Le GUD, resucée du groupe dissous des Zouaves Paris, a même tracté fin avril devant l’université d’Assas, proche des lieux de la manifestation, pour appeler les étudiants à participer. Leur chef, le cogneur Marc de Cacqueray-Valménier, pourrait être présent malgré son contrôle judiciaire qui lui interdit de se rendre à Paris, comme ce fut le cas les années précédentes. Contactée par Libération, la préfecture de police de Paris précise qu’un «dispositif de sécurité adapté sera mis en place». Sans plus.

Reste que chaque année la manifestation fait peser, disent les riverains, «une chape de plomb sur le quartier» et «une ambiance délétère». Faute de pouvoir compter sur les autorités, l’une d’entre eux, croisée pendant ses courses, «fai[t] en sorte de ne pas être là de la journée». Elle lâche : «C’est dégoûtant de voir ça.»

#absolument lamentable #cw nazism #france #french #upthebaguette #paris #bee tries to talk

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Wallpaper #28 by Laurent Quérité Via Flickr: 1 - Citroën DS3 WRC Pilote : Sébastien LOEB Copilote : Daniel ELENA Rallye Monte Carlo 2012 WRC Col de la Fayolle Ardèche France IMG_3151

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source: gpupdate, via charles' facebook series: gp3, 2016

Nicolas Todt is one of the most important agents in the world of Formula 1. Jean's son has chaperoned the careers of many current former drivers, such as Felipe Massa, Pastor Maldonado, Sébastien Bourdais and Jules Bianchi.

For GPUpdate, Nicolas Todt spoke about the future of the most promising driver currently under contract with him: Charles Leclerc, Haas test driver and member of the Ferrari Driver Academy. “About five years ago ,” says Nicolas Todt, “Jules [Bianchi] said to me: 'You should keep an eye on this young Charles, because I know him well and he does a very good job,' so I signed a contract with him when he was in karting. I must say, so far, Jules has given very good advice. In many aspects, I saw many similarities between them... a little less physically, but much more in terms of approach, mentality, appetite for victories, motivation, desire to not never give up. »

For the moment, Charles Leclerc has run several test sessions with Haas – he has others on the program this season – and finds himself in the fight for the GP3 Series title. “Charles' goal is to race in F1 and be very successful ,” Todt unsurprisingly announced. "But we don't have a plan with Ferrari for 2017 to say that if he wins GP3, then he will be in Formula 1. What is important for him is to try to win GP3, and then we will find the best way to progress. Part of my job is to best prepare drivers for each opportunity, in terms of preparation and the category you choose. I think it's important to find the right path. »

“With Charles, we started in karting. We decided last year to take it to the K2 championship. Then we went to Formula Renault, Formula 3 and GP3. We try to place him in the best teams, because it is a crucial point. »

Does Nicolas Todt get satisfaction from seeing Charles Leclerc rack up the miles in F1 today? “It’s very rewarding. It's a long journey, with ups and downs. Seeing one of your drivers who was completely unknown ten years ago win a race in Formula 1 or become a champion in GP2 or GP3 is a very motivating achievement. You have three roles: the first is to spot talent, the second is to finance them, and the third is to try to convince decision-makers that your pilot is one of the most promising talents. If you want to have a long-term career in this business, it's important to manage other drivers, and ideally help young people, from the very early stages of their career. »

Karting is therefore the discipline most scrutinized by an F1 agent like Nicolas Todt. This is how he spotted the late Jules Bianchi: “If I wanted the best drivers I had to find them in karting, and a few years ago, everyone told me that the best karting driver of his generation was Jules Bianchi. I met Jules and decided to help him as much as possible since the end of his karting career. We all know what happened. But I think he would have driven for Ferrari. He would have been able to show all his talents. »

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Six Sentence Sunday

Despite the move, a new Shepard has appeared. This week, he started mumbling into my ear...

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Setting: Post-war Citadel, Shepard is humanity's councilor

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Sliding gracefully into his seat and grinning from ear to ear, Sébastien passed the latest round of drinks out. “So, humanity's councilor, two bodyguards and a pilot walk into a bar…”

Coats snatched his, eyes rolling as he sat back in his seat and took a healthy gulp. “Bloody hell, not this again.”

Kaidan’s sigh wasn’t audible over the music, but it was impossible to miss the wince. “Really, Shepard?”

Cortez, on the other hand, took it gracefully enough. Plucking the plastic sword from his drink that held a chunk of pineapple and a too-bright cherry on it, he pulled the fruit free of it with his teeth, leveled his gaze at Sébastien, and finished, “And the bartender said, ‘I should go.’”

#Six Sentence Sunday #ladya writes #Sebastien Shepard #OTP: Le Quatro Stagioni #Mass Effect #mshenko #mshoats #mshortez #I have no idea what these guys are yet exactly except the story revolves around them #snippet #oh yeah #and Sebastien dropped a plot idea on me yesterday #so they really are a thing

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I will never shut up about the f2rx pilot sorry not sorry

#foot 2 rue #foot 2 rue extreme #f2rx #sébastien tagano #f2r meme #f2rx meme #f2rx pilote

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Pierre Gasly devient co-actionnaire du FC Versailles en National

Le pilote de Formule 1 français Pierre Gasly a annoncé sa prise de participation en tant que co-actionnaire du FC Versailles. Cette décision, officialisée le 18 mars, marque un tournant majeur pour le club de National situé en Île-de-France. Pierre Gasly : un nouveau visage pour FC Versailles Aux côtés d'Alexandre Mulliez et de Fabien Lazare, Pierre Gasly rejoint le club en tant que troisième propriétaire, ce qui n'a a pas manqué de susciter un vent d'enthousiasme et de curiosité dans le monde sportif français. Cette nouvelle alliance, saluée comme le début d'une nouvelle phase pour le FC Versailles, promet une évolution positive pour le club. https://twitter.com/FCVersaillesOff/status/1769745110630027609 Passionné de football, Pierre Gasly affiche également son soutien au PSG. Son désir d'implication dans le football professionnel se concrétise aujourd'hui avec cette prise de participation au sein du FC Versailles. Lire aussi : Ligue 1 : Sébastien Bichard rejoint Clermont Cette démarche, réfléchie depuis un moment par le pilote de Formule 1, s'inscrit dans une volonté de contribuer activement au développement à long terme du club. Reconnu pour ses performances sportives de haut niveau sur les circuits de Formule 1, Pierre Gasly apporte donc son expertise et sa renommée internationale au FC Versailles. Pour le pilote, cette décision ouvre de nouvelles perspectives et représente une opportunité de mettre en avant ses valeurs et son ambition commune avec les autres actionnaires. En devenant co-actionnaire du FC Versailles, Pierre Gasly marque son engagement envers le monde du football et son désir de contribuer au succès et à la croissance d'un club ambitieux. Voir également : Quelle est la meilleure pelouse du Championnat National de France ? Cette alliance inattendue entre sport automobile et football ouvre de nouvelles perspectives pour le FC Versailles et témoigne de la volonté de Pierre Gasly d'explorer de nouveaux horizons dans sa carrière sportive. Read the full article

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Saudi Defense Minister sees Rafale's demonstration while Riyadh wants 54 aircraft

The kingdom approached Dassault after Germany refused Riyadh's request for Eurofighters.

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 12/21/2023 - 08:29 in Military

The Saudi Minister of Defense, Prince Khalid bin Salman bin Abdulaziz, today visited the French frigate "Chevalier Paul" in the Mediterranean Sea, in the south of France, where he witnessed an air defense exercise with the participation of a series of Rafale aircraft.

Upon his arrival, His Highness was received by the Minister of the Armed Forces of the French Republic, Sébastien Lecornu, the Saudi Press Agency reported.

Prince Khalid bin Salman bin Abdulaziz received an explanation that included the capabilities of the Rafale jet and the sophisticated and advanced technologies and equipment it contains.

On Wednesday, the Saudi Defense Minister met with French President Emmanuel Macron, where the duo discussed bilateral relations between France and the Saudi Kingdom.

Separately, the CEO of Dassault Aviation, Eric Trappier, confirmed that Saudi Arabia is negotiating the purchase of 54 Rafale aircraft.

Speaking to the Association of Defense Journalists in Paris on December 14, Eric Trappier said that “although Saudi Arabia has traditionally purchased British aircraft, Saudi Arabia's request for 54 Rafales was “independent of the crisis in the Middle East,” he said, indirectly referring to Germany that blocked Saudi Arabia's request for additional Eurofighters due to the kingdom's intervention in the Yemen civil war.

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