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brooklynislandgirl · 4 months

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@lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats {{from here cause Tumblr, amirite?}}

A tiny flinch or perhaps deep throb of pulse meets his glancing fingers against her wrist. She isn't used to people deliberately touching her, especially once they learn who...or rather, what...she is. Not that he'd been shocked to learn she wasn't human despite how easily she passes for one. Remy has never really shown fear. She's beginning to wonder if he's capable of it. "Is kind of you to say." And it is. Even if it isn't true, but she doesn't need to say that aloud. "I don' undahstan...how does eatin' togeddah give ya insight?" Her brows knit over her gaze which seems to once again hover between the tip of his nose and the centre-point of his chin. "An' for wha' is wor'd, I am sorry dat dey treat ya poorly. Not very pono...ah..." Her hands come up and wave airily as if she can find and pluck the right word she wants from the very aether around them. "People kinda suck." She never really pays attention to the tip he leaves ~generous by anyone's standards~ but she dips her head and glances at hand. Then she slowly raises her head again. Her voice is a ghost of a thought. "F' I could change dat about you...way dey look, anyway... I don' t'ink I evah would. Jus' cause somet'ing different don' make it any less beautiful. I hate dat anyone made you feel dat way. I nevah would." The conversation is heavy and it hits close to home. Her shoulders sag as she murmurs an apology and slips out of her chair, only to stand and wait for him to rise.

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adventuressclubamericas · 2 months

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We are beyond excited to announce that everyone's favorite Detective Inspector, Nathan Page, will be joining us in New Orleans this July - in person! - for Miss Fisher Con 2024!

Have you registered yet? Space is very limited - don't wait!

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #miss fisher con #missfishercon #miss fisher and the crypt of tears #the adventuresses’ club of the americas #phryne fisher #acorn tv #new orleans #missfishercon2024 #big easy #nola #crescent city #nathan page #di jack robinson

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knittystitch · 3 months

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The Crescent City Shawl

Pattern is That's What Makes the World Go Round by Periodic Knits, and is available on Ravelry. Yarn is Alexandra the Art of Yarn Hand Dyed Superwash Merino in the colorway Goldfinch, purchased at Quarter Stitch in New Orleans

#finished #my knitting #knitblr #knitting #the crescent city shawl #my shawls #new orleans

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macrolit · 2 years

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A haunted, deserted bookstore in New Orleans

#crescent city books #bookstore #new orleans #book shop #haunted #books #used books

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rabbitcruiser · 5 months

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The Great New Orleans Fire was a fire that destroyed 212 structures in New Orleans on December 8, 1794, in the area now known as the French Quarter from Burgundy to Chartres Street, almost to the riverfront buildings.

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amtrak-official · 1 year

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If I wanted to go Coast to Coast on a train as a vacation (with any starting and finish), what's the coolest/beautifulest/sight-worthy route to take?

Unfortunately no trains make that run directly so you will need a transfer, I am going to say the best journey would be Cresent to City of New Orleans to California Zephyr, from there you are in the Bay Area and can do what ever you want. That will give you views of the east coast, the Appalachian, the rocky mountains, the Mississippi delta, and the praire. It will be longer but I think the views are worth it if you are traveling to see them. Also if you want you could definitely stop between trains and see the sites of New Orleans and Chicago both of which are endpoints on our trains.

#asks #train tips #california zephyr #crescent #city of new orleans

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silvercompassjournal · 4 months

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Blame it on New Orleans.

The Crescent City.

Coming soon: Purple Haze - A New Orleans Field Guide from Silver Compass Journal.

#new orleans #crescent city #travel guide #books and reading #bookstore

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stone-cold-groove · 7 months

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Scenes from home, past and present.

#mississippi river #mississippi river bridge #new orleans #the crescent city #the 80s #the superdome

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viridiansunset · 2 years

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Vieux Carre,

New Orleans

#aesthetic #new orleans #louisiana #night #moon #crescent city

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wstevenphotography · 6 months

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Beignets

#new orleans #crescent city #french quarter #big easy #beignets #cafe au lait

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brooklynislandgirl · 2 years

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@lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats {{xx}}

Scraped, scrimped, scrounged, and at least once, stolen. Not that she felt bad about that last bit, she’s known too many like him. All hot air and sweaty hands swiping at things he had no business pawing at, the kind that believes an excess of money makes him exempt from basic humanity. He never saw the quick little fingers that plucked several bills from his wallet. It had been more than enough to actually rent a questionable room in the poorest of the wards for several nights, or one really nice room in the heart of the quarter and maybe something to eat to go along with it. Not that she had ever been afraid of the cold or the damp. If anything, this is the type of weather that would find her standing along the levies or on a sea wall, arms outstretched and toes planted in the surf, embracing all that her mother sent her way. The problem is that it was dark, too. Not merely nightfall, soaked in neon and sodium or halogen glow ~the kind that drowns stars in its pollution~ but rather something so deeply aphotic that it gnawed on the last of her nerves. She’d hurried through the streets, everything she owned tucked into the sea bag she carried on her back, to the one place she knew was safe. Utterly without invitation though she has an excuse she couldn’t get past numb lips and a dried up throat. Remy has a soft spot for strays and what is she if not one of the most bedraggled of them? But when she arrives, save but for his actual feline companions, the apartment is empty. Mercifully she has an in-case-of-emergency key and she pulls it up and out of her shirt. His cats barely acknowledge her presence and why should they? She does not smell like him nor does she smell like delicacies from the outside world. She is little more than warm living furniture. She leaves her shoes at the door. Her bag is just inside his bedroom and she borrows several hangers to put things up on the shower rod to dry. This includes the things she’s wearing, as she’s soaked to the bone, which necessitates a regrettable thievery of one of his shirts. She takes the opportunity to shower, to brush her teeth, cleans up after herself every step of the way. Her circumstances can be atrocious but her manners are not. She never wants him to think she’s trying to take advantage of his chivalrous generosity. She starts a fire easily enough, he’d already had it prepared. All she had to do was send the tiniest of Pele’s blood through the kindling for it to catch. Keep an eye on it so it doesn't get away or bank too low. A silent sign of someone being in the apartment so as not to catch him by surprise though she doesn’t think that happens as often as he pretends it does. That is, if he comes home. He isn’t always around and his absences oscillate from hours to days. She is only cognizant that she’d half-dozed off when she hears movement, and she hides herself away into the bedroom until she’s certain who it is. After which she hesitates. Words are still elusive much to her own frustration. Still even as she waffles about how to present herself, she hears that sound he sometimes makes that is almost a purr of sound and knows he knows. It makes everything so much easier. She settles on him, unconcerned about the closeness, or in fact their lack of modesty. Everything important is covered ~barely~ and with the chill she can feel on his skin, the damp in his hair, it doesn’t seem to matter that much. His palm smoothes up across unobstructed skin and bone when he reaches out for her in turn. She doesn’t flinch away as she might have done for so many months after they’d met. Her skin knows his. She has drowned in the depths of his coal-and-blood eyes, beautiful like nothing she’s ever seen before. Oh but before she can melt into him, mould to his planes and curves, she feels something else. The ache of muscle and bone is as loud to her as the thunder that grumbles beyond the windows. If she were to look at Remy, really look, she’d see the road-map of injuries that scattered the battlefield of his body. She can’t help herself. Her gaze pours down from his eyes to his lips, following the shapes they make when he calls her his little bird. One hand rises up and lays two tiny, delicate finger tips against his mouth, the other hand flattens against his shoulder. It’s a trickle at first. Almost like the feeling of a sigh if she’d exhaled hard enough for it, but she hasn’t. Her eyes half-close as the feeling grows, a radiating warmth from somewhere inside her. It envelopes those pains and tenderly strangles them until they cease to exist.

#Mahalo!T <333 #Le Diable Blanc|Remy ~Gambit~ Lebeau #Fireflies|Gambit and Beth #Don't Say the M Word|X-Men Verse #The Crescent City|New Orleans

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adventuressclubamericas · 25 days

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Check out this incredible session coming to Miss Fisher Con this summer:

Fandom, Feminism, and Sexuality The Miss Fisher fandom boasts a fabulous collection of feminists ready to follow in Phryne’s footsteps and fight the good fight for women’s rights. The history of fandom and feminism has long been intertwined. In this session, we’ll review the history from the earliest fan conventions and fanzines of the 1960s to modern fan fiction and the complex relationshiop between women, fandom, and sexual expression.

Presented by Cassian Sparks-Vian. Will we see you there?

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scholarlyhobbit · 1 year

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More of my research adventures today, in a wildly unusually cold New Orleans.

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macrolit · 2 years

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Visual tour of Crescent City Books (New Orleans) in my latest IG post

#crescent city books #used books #bookstore #book shop #bookshop #old books #new orleans #bookstagram

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rabbitcruiser · 1 month

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The Great New Orleans Fire 1788 left most of the town in ruins on March 21, 1788.

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labellenouvelle · 1 year

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CRESCENT CITY OPTICAL Co.

Original 1898 New Orleans advertising trade card for CRESCENT CITY OPTICAL Co. Ltd. , located at 129 Carondolet Street , New Orleans . Dealers, Manufacturers of Optical, Mechanical & Scientific and Repairers of NAUTICAL, METEOROLOGICAL INSTRUMENTS / Photographic Equipment and Supplies & Everything Appertaining to the Jewelry Trade !!

With a Handwritten note in it’s reverse from J. Beck ( Jacques Beck , one of the Beck Brothers that managed the shop ) to a Dear Joel...

Stunning Logo and typography . A rare jewel of the New Orleans trade history.

Item No. #E4983-84

Dimensions: 5.25″ x 3″

List Price: $ 145

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#historic new orleans #nola #optical #victorian #victorian trade card #trade #nautical #jewelry #old new orleans #thnoc #ephemera #ephemera usa #magazine street #crescent city #logo #typography

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