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pedroam-bang · 1 year
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Interstellar (2014)
“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” - Dylan Thomas
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Pour Albert Camus : « Mal nommer les choses, c'est ajouter au malheur du monde.»
L’origine de la violence émane souvent d’une incapacité à s’exprimer par les mots, d’où l’importance de maitriser une langue.
« La parole est le rempart contre la bestialité…» déclarait Jacqueline de Romilly le 25 janvier 2007 dans ‘’Le Point’’ :
« Apprendre à penser, à réfléchir, à être précis, à peser les termes de son discours, à échanger les concepts, à écouter l’autre, c’est être capable de dialoguer, c’est le seul moyen d’endiguer la violence effrayante qui monte autour de nous. La parole est le rempart contre la bestialité. Quand on ne sait pas, quand on ne peut pas s’exprimer, quand on ne manie que de vagues approximations, comme beaucoup de jeunes de nos jours, quand la parole n’est pas suffisante pour être entendue, pas assez élaborée parce que la pensée est confuse et embrouillée, il ne reste que les poings, les coups, la violence fruste, stupide, aveugle.»
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yusuradreams · 2 years
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englishflagcumrag · 11 months
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an aging literary darling, her goofy husband, their beloved pretentious dipshit failsons, and their beloved trans icon nepo-baby-in-denial daughters
(romilly and constance by @leatherdaddymoominpappa)
[id: six shoulder-up watercolour drawings of some ocs. the first is an elderly thin white woman with a long, angular face and white, almost shoulder length hair, wearing a white turtleneck, pearl earrings, and a matching bright pink hat, triangular sunglasses, and blazer. the second is an elderly fat white man. he is bald, smiling and wearing round glasses and an orange jumper patterned with pink flowers. the third is a thin white man with a long face, stubble, and long brown hair, frowning and wearing a dark red v-neck and rectangle framed glasses. the fourth is a thin white man with floppy, chin-length brown hair, a small moustache, freckles, and one glass eye. he is smiling smugly, wearing a pink collared shirt and lilac tie. the fifth is a mid-sized white woman with freckles and long, wavy light brown hair. she is wearing silver earrings shaped like swords, a denim shirt with a round collar, and a burgundy jumper. the sixth is a thin white woman with chin length red hair. she is smirking slightly, wearing a red dress, pearl earrings and necklace, red lipstick and red eyeshadow.]
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cbroberg · 1 year
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Is this TARS or PLEX, CASE or KIPP? #Interstellar #Endurance #Cooper #Brand #Doyle #Romilly #bestmovie #interstellarmovie #christophernolan (her: Regionshospital Nordjylland) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl4P96Buq__rklihbYX7L-oWRNgAXe3v14oj980/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Celtic spirals from the book Celtic art in pagan and Christian times (1904) by Allen, J. Romilly (John Romilly), 1847-1907
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weirdlookindog · 11 months
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Chamber of Horrors (1940)
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solitairequotes · 8 months
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“You’re gay though, aren’t you?” says Lauren, forever unafraid to say what other people are thinking. “Like, I heard that you’re gay.”
“Oooh, you’ve heard about me?” He leans in. “Intriguing.”
“Are you though?” asks Lucas, trying unsuccessfully to sound casual.
Michael smiles. “I guess you could say I’m not too fussy about gender.” Then he grins and points a finger at him. “You never know, it might be you I’m in love with.”
Lucas immediately goes red.
“So you’re pansexual?” asks Becky, and Michael shrugs as if to say, it’s a mystery.
-𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 & 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧, Solitaire (𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟓𝟐)
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theroyalthrones · 3 months
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Behind the Scenes | Vandeleur Headquarters | Monaco, Capri, Orillia
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Transcript Under the Cut (It's a bit different than normal, If you want bonus content, check here.)
The air is chilly as she walks her morning commute. The mundanity is predictable yet rewarding as everything falls into place… as they always do.
“Nothing has changed” is the mantra she obsessively repeats in her head. Every hour, every day. “Nothing has Changed.” As if there isn’t an unmistakable void in her. Her confidant, her partner, is gone. All because of misunderstanding she’s calling it.
Like clockwork, her favorite street food truck has her coffee and morning bagel ready for her. They go through the same monotonous small talk, and she walks on and eats.
“It’s not the time,” she thinks as she walks down the street, on her way to work. Her face is plastered all around the city [Use custom billboards, and News stand], she’s found it quite easy to ignore as she walks past a news stand. Filled with her likeness. Not quite the same girl eating and walking.
“Nothing has changed”
she repeats to herself, but everything has. She see’s it clear as day as she rounds the corner to her building. Kai steps out with someone, a girl, to her dismay. Sneaky as ever, she walks paces behind them. She’s curious, but she has no other choice to size up her opponent.
The Girl, tall and beautiful. With hair of ink, so glossy, yet no sign of care. It takes Lorraine hours of prep for her own, yet this girl wears it so simply. At least she’s in Vandeleur, the girl has no dressing skills. That much is apparent, there is only so far you can go with a pretty face, Lorraine thinks.
Lorraine takes her elevator up to the floor she assumes Kai is also heading to, Their offices. On her way into the lobby, she spots Romilly. Romilly watches Kainalu and this girl walk past.
[R]“who’s with Kai?” she asks.
[L]“how would I know.”
[R]“She’s gorgeous, maybe a model?”
[L] He wouldn’t date an employee. She’s not even his type, they could never be dating”
[R] …
[L] (defensive)What? Are you pitying me?
[R] Nothing.
[L] Can you look into her for me? See if there’s any dirt, I don’t like her.
[R] How can you know that already? And I’m not a spy.
[L] (exasperated) Just do it.
She walks away feeling more annoyed then she could have anticipated. Had this mysterious girl really agitated her so much? She tried to pretend she didn’t know the reason why.
On the other side of the building, Kai and Maliah were sitting in his office. Kai sat behind the desk, watching as his unwelcome guest propped her dirty boots onto his glass table. He did not want to imagine where those boots had been.
[M] This place is nice. I expected more though, you’re president, right? No golden statues?
[K] Co-founder
[M] Close enough. Where’s the co-founder to your co-founder?
[K] (angry)If you touch her-
[M] (mockingly) Relax, I’ll do what I have to Kai. You’re the one who’s in control here. Don’t make me have to.
[K] What do you need exactly?
[M] it’s simple, really. I’ll just need your cooperation in handing over a large amount of money, and access to you’re dear old girlfriend.
[K] You’re not having her, that’s off the table.
[M] (coyness) I don’t know what you want me to do.
[K] I want you to stay away.
[M] I will, but I can’t guarantee what others might do.
[K] who else is with you?
[M] it’s just me… for now. The time is ticking.
[K]…
A few hours has passed. The office is quite, people talking amongst themselves. Other’s completing their tasks. Lorraine is standing alone in the sunlight of their tiny office kitchen. She has been brewing her coffee and stirring, listening to the slow moving of the office around her. She loves these moments, the moments that are only possible due to Her and Kai’s hard work.
She walks out of the tiny kitchenette with her new coffee in hand, fully intent on enjoy their remains in the quiet of her office suite. Pouring over newly submitted sketches from the design department. Her plans are quickly dash to the side with the appearance of Kai and his mysterious guest. She braces her shoulders, always up for a battle, she is. She walks up to them, not yet noticed by Kai.
[L] Kai.
[K] (startled) Lorraine… I’m sorry we’ve gott-
[L] (scoffs) Talk to me for longer than 2 seconds without running away, kai-
[L] Your face… Who did this to you.
[K] (mumbles) It’s nothing.
[L] hmmm… You’re leaving early? Rare, you must be that reason. I’m Lorraine.
[M] Mal-
[K] This is Maliah, she’s a friend.
[L] friend. (chuckling) I get it.
[K] (gritted out) We really need to go.
[L] (offended) by all means.
Lorraine watches them walk away, to her it seems intimate, Kainalu’s hand going to the small of Maliah's back. But in reality, Kai heards Maliah out as fast as he can. Putting as much distance between her and Lorraine.
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retrogeographie · 2 months
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Romilly-sur-Seine, les quartiers Sud.
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ozu-teapot · 10 months
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Secrets of a Door-to-Door Salesman | Wolf Rilla / Jonathan Demme | 1973
Brendan Price, Elizabeth Romilly
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pedroam-bang · 9 months
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Interstellar (2014)
“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” - Dylan Thomas
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Hubert de Givenchy's Castle Jonchet - FRANCE
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touloserrrr · 21 days
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lonestarflight · 2 years
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Boeing B-17 Flying Fortresses heading toward their Romilly-sur-Seine, France mission.
Date: September 15, 1943
NARA: 204889062
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etirabys · 10 months
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clicking rapidly on behindthename's random name generator to find out what my latest horrible lesbian might be called and this one, admittedly, shook me
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