#3 Days in Quiberon

[cinemajunkie70]

Happy Birthday in the afterlife to one of the most beautiful women to ever walk the earth, Romy Schneider!

[frevandrest]

Now I'm curious: what happened to Tallien to consider him a worse loser than Barras? I only know his involvement in Thermidor and the fact that Theresia left him after all the mess he did to go with a richer banker... Did he embarrass himself in other ways?

How much time do we have? Look, I don't know a lot about Barras, but nothing - nothing - can be as embarrassing as Jean-Lambert Tallien. He is the biggest loser both in terms of "a flop" and "who lost during the revolution" (and he lost more than many people who ended up guillotined, imo).

And I don't even know how/why it happened! He started out okay - he had modest skills but seemed honest about the revolution. Then Bordeaux happened. Thermidor and months after were Jean-Lambert's five minutes of fame, but then it dissolved quickly, both in his professional and in private life.

The Quiberon Invasion mess in 1795 is one of the first examples, when he and Hoche (well, Tallien mostly because it was his orders) executed 750 royalists even after promising they'd be treated like prisoners of war. Yes, those were royalists who made an invasion on France so it's not surprising that they died, but 1) Hoche I think promised they'd be spared but Tallien ordered the execution, 2) Tallien was the one who ran his mouth so much after Thermidor about sparing people and now he executed in one day half of the number of people that were executed in the entire Great Terror, and 3) Seems like Tallien had some pro-royalist dealings/conversations with foreign powers (Spain mostly) and wanted to do a cover-up (? - will need to look into this further).

In his private life, Theresia wanted to leave him as early as 1796 and was reportedly banging Barras, but Tallien begged her to give him another chance. She said yes, and 9 months later she gave birth to a stillborn boy. We are not sure if the baby was Barras' or Tallien's. Life in the Directoire was not great for Jean-Lambert and he was struggling with money, so he joined Napoleon's expedition to Egypt. It was horrible; he was miserable and suffered health problems. He wrote clingy letters to Theresia ("Care for our daughter and be faithful to me, my love!") (Spoiler: She was already on kid number two by the banker). The letters were intercepted by the enemy and read publicly. On his way from Egypt, Tallien was arrested and spent some time with the enemy but was released. Coming back from France must have been horrible, though, because Theresia asked for a divorce (and by the time it was done, she was already pregnant with banker's baby number 3). Because the kids were technically conceived while she was married to Tallien, they later successfully asked to have Tallien as their last name and were known as "Tallien bastards" in the family. After, it was just a series of bad circumstances and decisions. Theresia remarried, to a Belgian prince, and we have a letter where Tallien begged her not to do that. Fouché tried to help him and found him a job in Alicante. But it was horrible because the whole town was infected by the Yellow Fever. Tallien contracted it and lost one eye. It is also possible that this is where he got leprosy (?)

When he got back to France, he was a ruin. He supported Napoleon in 1815, hoping to get some influence (I assume), but then Waterloo happened so another bad call for Jean-Lambert. He lived in poverty and only escaped banishment during the Bourbon restoration because of his poor health. He died at 53 of leprosy (at least wiki claims so - I could never verify it but we know he suffered poor health for years).

And on top of that - on top of that! - his magnum opus, his legacy, the thing that lives on for 200+ years, is not associated with him. Nobody knows of Jean-Lambert Tallien and his most crowning achievement: the invention of the Terror and evil mastermind Robespierre. Sure, he wasn't the only one involved in that, but he did play a crucial role and, arguably, it is the most historically important thing that he did. And nobody knows it was him! So many people hate Robespierre for 200+ years, but nobody knows who is responsible for forging that smear campaign. (Yes, I am aware that it's the point: if people knew it was constructed, and by specific people, they wouldn't view it in the same way, because the main thing about the Terror how it's seen is that it's an objective thing that happened just as described. But allow me this Tallien rant). So.. yeah.

[candm-brittany-2023]

Eventually the bus arrived, there are only 3 a day, and there were loads of people wanting to get on! Thankfully there was enough room for us. The trip took us through Trinity sur Mer and Carnac Plage, both of which looked very nice.

The bus dropped us off at the disused Quiberon station and we had a 20 minute walk to the marina. We had a spot of lunch and headed on back to Lorient.

It was Chris & Lesley’s last night so we opted to eat out. We went to the upstairs bar in the marina and found a group of reprobates drinking on the terrace.

We had an excellent hour or so of banter with our British friends before heading downstairs to the restaurant, which was heaving.

We ordered up, Chris & Martin had the Côte de Boeuf. We have made an effort on the blog not to take loads of picture of plates of food. Here we have to make an exception.

It was delicious. The girls had fish, again superb.

So we had spent Chris and Lesley’s last day travelling, but it had been interesting seeing the countryside. It has been unfortunate that there had been no let up in the strong winds, and we haven’t been able to visit many ports, but at least we had had one day at sea.

[falsenote]

not to make a comparison post about two biographies that are not even available in english translation and also barely have anything in common besides the fact that i've read and enjoyed them and are about actors i like but. it's just so interesting how the 2018 volonté bio by mirko capozzoli and the 1991 romy bio by michael jürgs both foreground the cultural and sociopolitical contexts of the 60s-80s while approaching these filmographies and life stories because it not only makes time period so much easier to grasp but also deconstructs these mythical images of the actors in question in some ways

they differ in format because the romy book is very anecdotal, it constanty jumps back and forth in time, so much so that while reading i literally thought to myself that this is exactly like listening to someone tell stories at a bar or something because the way it's written it's like following someone's train of thought, how telling a story reminds them of another story from a completely different time and so it goes on for hours which makes it a messy but very enjoyable read on one hand, and on the other it's literally has the same dynamic energy as the movie 3 Days in Quiberon. which is a fun reconstruction of romy's stay at this french spa resort rehab place and most importantly her series of interviews with two journalists, one of them being michael jürgs, who in real life wrote the biography in question, heavily based on the interviews recorded during this time. and this is where i had some problems with the film because i didn't understand the need to make him into this misogynistic caricature, like i don't know much about nor care particularly for jürgs himself, so it might be that i missed out on some actual drama regarding this issue but this portrayal was very strange to me because surprisingly i felt while reading that considering how sensationalist biographies can get he was being respectul and even affectionate towards romy and her films. related to this, and which bothered me more, is that in one scene romy's friend says to him something dismissive about him writing about politics and i just didn't get the point of that, like insult self-important leftist men all you want (a topic also relevant to the volonté book. there it works!) but to me one of the most interesting parts of the bio were when jürgs was making these observations about post-war germany/austria and their relation to how the public opinion related to romy's roles and she herself (and how at that era [or maybe ever since?] clearly the two were seen as one). there is much to say about this public image, political situation issue (very vague terms i know but i will elaborate in a bit), so i just don't understand what's the problem with discussing this in particular. but in any case

as opposed to the dynamic flow of the romy book, the volonté bio is strictly structured, linear, so thouroughly researched that it's insane and not only that but everything is cited which i loved because often times with biographies it's hard to distinguish between the writer talking about some factual events and hypothesizing. but capozzoli's book is made up mostly of cultural and political contexts to volonté's filmography with some anecdotes inserted that range from terribly sad to amusing in a surreal way (large percentage of which is shared by his girlfriends over the years because. women's stories matter!!!) and some words on the films themselves which are funnily enough the weakest part of the book for me (and in the romy book too if i'm honest. strange). but to get closer to what i'm trying to say with all this, both the extensive amount of context and various anecdotes serve as counterpoints to previous overviews about him i think, and the book outright reflects on this general perception. and by general perception i'm referring to such eye roll inducing content as the documentary Un Attore Contro (2004) which is not only uncomfortably horrible on a technical level (every single person that talks in it gets cut off mid-sentence i'm not making this up. and they literally dragged half of europe out for this so just imagine) but even more worrying because the makers of the documentary try, with their poor editing skills, to force a very simplified interpretation of his film career and his life as a whole even. it's basically the usual tortured artist narrative that he was this misunderstood political revolutionary whom the film industry disappointed so much that it made him lose all hope ending with his death. and it's exactly this intense focus on tragic deaths of actors that i just find so tiring, it's always so sentimental (as in: untrue). i feel the same way about this issue when it's about romy too of course.

and to finally arive to what i could've said at the beginning both jürgs' romy book and capozzoli's volonté book provide this broader view of the times and cinema at the time and what made it all very enjoyable is that the writers are able to step over the usual clichés of the biography and while they naturally show a great appreciation for these actors, at the end of the day these people are the products of their time and that is exactly why they are interesting and uninteresting. by interesting i mean that of course these life stories, many parts of which widely known in details because of their public image, capture a portrait of the times very well, because they reflect the age. and by uninteresting i mean that at the same time, the mystification and idealization of the actor / artist is pointless because regardless public recognition, it doesn't make much sense to reduce them to a comfortable narrative because they naturally will contradict that image.

that is why it was refreshing to read jürgs' hazy recollection of romy and her growing into her political ideas, taking more self-confident roles moving away from but constantly criticized by post-war germany public opinion. and that is also why it was interesting to read capozzoli's recollection of italy at the time in the context of volonté's career and life throughout the memories of people who worked in the film industry during those years, giving the whole thing a collective, historical document feel.

also i left this thought to the end bc i'm kind of hoping no one will get this far into reading this post but another thing that is very amusing when comparing these things is that romy obviously had at the time and still has i suppose this very feminine, diva image, widely reported love affairs w some men etc etc and while this is of course part of the vibe, the bio kind of deconstructs this too with mentioning many traits that go against this like her masculine walk for example (which i've also noticed in many of her movies before it's very cute) also quite a few of her boyfriends were younger and less successful so she provided the main source of income, not to mention the alleged bisexuality... and w the volonté bio too it's a little bit similar like there you have this revolutionary political activist image but when you read the book this is counterpointed with the aforementioned testimonials from his girlfriends who are fairly critical of him putting those progressive political stances into practice (meaning that i've made a few additions to my gian maria misogyny moments folder). but on that same note no one ever mentions anywhere else that he was directed by his girlfriend armenia balducci in a movie. lost media people need to get on this because then it would finally be time for me to make a gian maria feminism moments folder. sweet dreams. but the biography dedicates an entire chapter to the movie despite it being lost so women's rights are partially restored.

and after all the romy book ends with a quote about how the journey to your own self and to others takes light years and the volonté book with the acknowledgement that all these anecdotes and memories are limited because they don't give across the complexity of these experiences. which is kind of sweet

[like-the-cut-of-your-jib]

A bit late posting this, but hope the dip went well for Pete and Blair in New Zealand! Nice to see you two doing something other than sailing together again!

Love yer mother 🌏

Two days out from our shortest day Live Ocean founders Peter Burling and Blair Tuke are putting the call out for people around the country to show their support for a healthy ocean with a mid-winter dip in the moana.

The annual Live Ocean Winter Dip was created as a social media challenge. Now in its fourth year, the 2023 edition is happening Thursday 22 June on the winter solstice.

The challenge is for Kiwis to create a video of their dip in the ocean, share it on Instagram or TikTok, nominate 3 friends to do the same, and tag @itsliveocean, #LiveOceanDip.

Gaining popularity year on year, the 2022 Live Ocean Winter Dip saw kiwi legends like Dan Carter, Lisa Carrington, and the New Zealand rowing team take part. The national initiative went global too, with American pro-surfing superstar John John Florence, and the East Java Sailing Club among those joining in to celebrate the ocean and add momentum to the movement for ocean health.

Some are getting in early for 2023 with clips already showing up on social media from Lake Wakatipu, Queenstown in the south, to Mission Bay, Auckland, and even from Quiberon Bay, France where the Live Ocean Racing team competed recently.

Blair Tuke says, “I’m looking forward to seeing more people around Aotearoa, and beyond, getting amongst it this week. In the past we’ve seen young and old doing jetty jumps, beach sprints and deep-water leaps – we’ve even seen costumes – so bring your creativity in 2023 everyone. It’s all about getting into the moana, a simple action to show you support the Live Ocean ambition for a healthy ocean.”

Peter Burling says taking a mid-winter dip in the ocean is fun, but the purpose behind it has never been more important; “Right now, experts in New Zealand are reporting higher than normal sea temperatures with persistent marine heatwaves that are longer, stronger and more frequent. And that’s just one of many signals the ocean is changing fast. It’s vital we prioritise the health of the ocean.”

This year Burling and Tuke will take a dawn dip in Auckland on Thursday 22 June, joined by Swim4TheGulf swimmer Jono Ridler. Ridler’s New Zealand record-breaking swim in early May, from Aotea Great Barrier to Campbells Bay, Auckland captured the attention of people the length and breadth of the nation.

Tuke says Ridler pushed himself to his physical and mental limits to draw attention to ocean health, but reminds us we don’t need to be super-human to make a difference. He calls for everyone to get on board with the Live Ocean Winter Dip; “If Jono can swim in the ocean non-stop, with no wetsuit, for more than 33-hours, then we can all take a winter dip to show our support for ocean health.”

[zonetrente-trois]

Four years after "3 Days in Quiberon" , director Emily Atef returns behind the camera with "More Than Ever"

[farminglesbian]

Marie Bäumer als Romy Schneider in 3 Tage in Quiberon (2018) Emily Atef

[leenaland]

3 Tage in Quiberon | x | Trailer

[oliveoomph]

[robininthelabyrinth]

part 3 of Escape Your Destiny (Star Wars Wangxian AU) - on ao3 or tumblr part 1, part 2

-

He had been right to reject seclusion, Lan Wangji thought grimly. The sweet siren call of calm contemplation had nearly seduced him, the Dark Side seeking to eat away at him through other means now that anger and hatred had not done the work – he would have meditated himself into a stupor, becoming little more than a vacuum within the Force, a black hole of deathly intent.

More than that, though, he would have missed – this.

This disaster.

Wei Wuxian’s lips were pale from blood loss and hypothermia. Two of his limbs were at odd angles, probably broken, and Lan Wangji feared that there were more like them beneath the body that was bruised like a tender peach – he had been shielding as many people as he could, Lan Wangji knew, because he knew his Wei Ying too well to think that he might have done anything else.

Lan Wangji still didn’t know all the details, what exactly had been the disaster or why Wei Wuxian’s starfighter had crashed when he knew (with painful recollection) exactly how good a pilot Wei Wuxian was, but it hadn’t really mattered. Xue Yang had rushed into his chamber shouting excitedly - not exactly a rare event - saying something about an alarm and a disaster and a crash and can I have one of these gadgets? possibly two, maybe, I’m thinking two but haven’t really committed yet, it’s a big decision you know, and Lan Wangji’s blood had run cold when he realized what alarm he was referencing.

(A proper Jedi would never have tagged the object of his affections like an endangered bird or a criminal, injecting the tracking chip so deep into bone and muscle that standard scans wouldn’t pick it up and even in-depth scans might register it as a naturally occurring aberration. A proper Jedi would think of such intimate surveillance as cruelty, dehumanization, the caging of a free bird –

A proper Jedi wouldn’t have known what happened.

A proper Jedi wouldn’t have been able to rush over at once, wouldn’t have been in time to retrieve the body from the wreckage, finding it still warm and breathing but swiftly fading into the Force.

A proper Jedi would have been worthless.)

“That looks pretty bad, Master,” Xue Yang said, the comm crackling in his ear, and for once his tone was almost solemn. Perhaps the lessons on empathy were working, following the introduction of the rancor Xue Yang had named Chengmei with an expression so pained and vicious that Lan Wangji had refrained from asking. Perhaps it was that he’d grown so obsessed with his pair of bounty hunters and their foundling assistant, a little not-blind Bothan girl who liked to mouth off at him. Or perhaps it was just something as simple as knowing that if Wei Wuxian were lost, Lan Wangji would have no reason to –

No reason to anything at all.

“It is within the limits of what a bacta tank can heal,” Lan Wangji said, because it was, it would be, as long as he got him there in time. 

Time that was swiftly running out.

Later, when Wei Wuxian was safe, Lan Wangji would return to that obscure little space station that had nearly caused his beloved’s death and he would find out what had happened properly. He would find out, and he would slaughter every one of them that caused it, torment them for days if he needed to in order to know who to blame – it didn’t matter if their contribution were accidental or deliberate, major or slight. He would offer up a sacrifice of their suffering to the Dark Side, as solemn as lighting a stick of incense at a temple –

When Wei Wuxian was safe.

Because he would be. He had to be.

Lan Wangji’s Wei Ying would not die so easily.

“Uh, Master? We don’t have a bacta tank.” Xue Yang was silent for a long moment. “I don’t know that many people around here that do. This is Outer Rim, remember? Not even the Hutts have one.”

“There is one in an outpost in the Quiberon sector,” Lan Wangji said. His attention was split between piloting their stolen ship as fast as he could and monitoring Wei Wuxian’s vital signs. He had transferred a certain amount of energy into him already, but the Dark Side was poisonous in overly large quantities, especially if one was not accustomed to it; a pure Jedi like Wei Wuxian couldn’t tolerate it, and Lan Wangji would not risk making him worse. “Inat Prime system. I’ve entered the coordinates. Set us up for a jump to lightspeed.”

“Inat Prime,” Xue Yang repeated, instead of doing as he was told. “Isn’t that – near Rothana?”

Lan Wangji said nothing.

“Rothana’s a manufacturing planet. Heavy engineering – warships. It used to belong to a subsidy of the Jin Engineering Corps, maybe still does, I don’t know, but either way manufacturing planets like that are where those sleemos keep their precious IP. And that means it’s going to be guarded and booby-trapped up your chubba. Who in their right mind would set up an outpost anywhere near there?”

Xue Yang was descending into Huttese slang again, Lan Wangji noted to himself, keeping his calm only by sheer force of willpower even as the Dark Side screamed in his mind that now was the time for rage and pain and blood. Given his hatred of the entire species, Xue Yang only did that when he was especially anxious and didn’t want to admit it.

Later, when he didn’t have more pressing things on his mind, Lan Wangji would have to inquire of his apprentice – which he had previously believed was as transparent to him as a sheet of transparisteel – how he had learned about things like top-secret Jin Engineering manufacturing planets and IP and such things like that.

Later. Right now, he didn’t care.

“Prepare for jump,” he said again, the threat in his voice clear, and this time Xue Yang scrambled to obey, mumbling curses as he went. This was more typical of Xue Yang, but in this case it signified that he was concentrating, and that was all Lan Wangji cared about.

The rest of the trip passed as if in a daze, time counted in the beats of Wei Wuxian’s heart. Still strong, because Wei Wuxian was strong – this wouldn’t be the end of him. It wouldn’t.

Lan Wangji would make sure of that.

“We’re here,” Xue Yang said, breaking through Lan Wangji’s extreme focus on the rise and fall of Wei Wuxian’s chest. “I’m going to guess that our destination is the third planet? If you can call those other ones planets, they’re barely more than asteroids…”

Lan Wangji hummed, affirming.

“So, you going to tell me what this place is? Some super-secret Sith hideout?”

“No.”

“Smuggler’s base? Bounty hunter lair? Mandalorian terrorist cell? Clone factory?”

Lan Wangji rolled his eyes. Xue Yang had been reading too many historical action comics again.

“No, but seriously, Master! I deserve to know what we’re getting into, don’t I? What is this place?”

Lan Wangji was tempted to say you deserve nothing but what I give you, you filthy-tongue swamp-rat, but that was the Dark Side speaking, not him, and not only because the Gusu Lan Jedi order in which he had been raised did not permit cursing. It was simply anathema to him - he was Sith, but not a Lord, and he had encouraged this self-same insolence because it was better than having Xue Yang cringe before him like a kicked dog.

No matter how irritating it might be at times like this.

“It’s Jedi,” he said shortly, and to his amusement that actually shut Xue Yang up for a solid minute.

“I’m sorry, Master, I think I temporarily went insane due to Dark Force poisoning,” Xue Yang finally said. “But did you say that we’re planning on popping over and ‘borrowing’ the bacta tank of a bunch of Jedi?”

“Mm.”

“Master. Master. Please tell me you remember that we’re Sith, right? Sort of the sworn enemy of the Jedi? Arrest-on-sight orders? Any of this ringing any bells here? No? In short, have you lost your mind?”

Lan Wangji took Wei Wuxian’s pulse again. It was getting increasingly thready; he frowned.

“Take us in,” he ordered, and Xue Yang made a whining sound not unlike an especially agitated cat, but he obeyed, finding the planetary base and flashing them with a urgent medical attention required signal and transmitting the passcode Lan Wangji recited to him.

The base opened its doors in silent invitation.

Xue Yang took them in, apparently resigned to his fate and determined to pointedly suffer and judge him without saying a word.

This determination cracked the second they passed through the gates.

“Master!” he shrieked. “Master, Master! That’s the Qinghe Nie emblem!”

“It is,” Lan Wangji agreed. Foreseeing Xue Yang’s next question, he added, “It is here because this is an outpost of the Qinghe Nie Jedi order.”

Xue Yang sounded a bit like a rusty door when he hyperventilated, and even more so when he started laughing hysterically. How had he ever survived being a Sith before, if this was how he reacted to stress?

“Great, right, yes,” he said, nearly howling. “Sure, why not? Let’s go knock on the door of some Jedi and ask them for a bacta tank like we’re borrowing a cup of sugar, sure, okay, we can do that. Jedi are chumps, they’re all about mercy and sympathy and bantha fodder like that; we can con ‘em - it’ll be tricky, but it can be done when you’re in a pinch. I’m fine with that, up for it, it’s cool, all cool. You know who we can’t con? Qinghe Nie, that’s who. ‘Suppress evil no matter the cost’ Qinghe karking Nie.”

Lan Wangji ignored him, scooping Wei Wuxian into his arms and heading out into the saber hall.

Three grim-faced Jedi dressed in the immediately identifiable colors of the Qinghe Nie were waiting there, hands on their lightsabers and droids lingering in the corridors, but they did not attack. Instead, they led Lan Wangji, a nervous Xue Yang dogging his heels, to the medical bay, never uttering a single word.

The medical droids took Wei Wuxian from his arms – Lan Wangji forced himself to recall the Lan sect mantras on restraint and allowed them to do so without ripping out their wires for daring to touch him – but it wasn’t until Wei Wuxian was firmly encased in the bacta tank, the oxygen-rich liquid flowing into his lungs to heal him, the colors on all the screens all showing positive signs, that he was finally able to release the breath it felt that he’d been holding since he first saw the broken starfighter that encased Wei Wuxian’s broken body.

This was fine.

“Wangji,” a low voice said from behind him, and Lan Wangji’s back stiffened.

This was not fine.

The Qinghe Nie were a strange order of Jedi – almost heretical, really, by any traditional measure. The orthodox Jedi order, for the most part, valued calm and serenity and selflessness, prioritizing the logic of the mind over the yearning of the heart, preaching detachment from worldly concerns and attachments…

Qinghe Nie, in contrast, valued righteousness, and cultivated rage.

Halfway to Sith, Lan Wangji’s uncle had once remarked after a glass of something stronger than tea. He’d regretted it later, of course, and tried to walk it back, smooth over his uncharacteristic rudeness, but Lan Wangji still remembered.

The adherents of Qinghe Nie were of the view that for every virtue there was a fault – that the Jedi’s emotional remove would at times render them passive, that self-control could too quickly shade into indifference. They argued that it was the duty of the virtuous to be enraged by evil, intolerant of it, and that only through that anger would they be motivated to act to eradicate it.

Their philosophy often led to their deaths, whether through reckless action or through the corruption of rage into madness, but even their harshest critics had to concede that they were devastatingly effective. 

Lan Wangji had always thought that there was something heartbreakingly sincere about all the Jedi that took the harsh vows of Qinghe Nie, each one willingly trading away long lives for the sake of righteousness, for the ability to make a change in the world, each one unable to tolerate life if it meant they weren’t striving to make things better. Perhaps they did not match the Jiang for creativity or the Lan for elegance, perhaps their techniques were more brutish and less refined, their diplomacy little short of appalling, but no other Jedi order could match them for sheer power.

Very few people wanted to be between a Qinghe Nie Jedi and their target, and still less if they had allowed themselves to succumb to the beserker rage that sometimes took them on the battlefield – indeed, in a crisis that called for force of arms, most people who knew what they were about would rather have a single Qinghe Nie on their side than an entire battalion of war-droids from the Jin or Wen engineering corps.

Still, even that efficiency might not have been enough to convince the ancient sticklers of the Jedi Council to condone such a Sith-like view of the Force, but the Qinghe Nie also had an unsurpassed connection to the kyber crystals that were essential to the creation of lightsabers – the mines under their hands were far more numerous and more fruitful than any other order, and for all that they seemed to have dubious connections to the lightsabers they crafted and wielded, with their highly unusual one-sided edge, they were always open-handed and willing to let other Jedi pick freely from their stores. 

With the ancestral weapon of the entire Jedi order at stake, even the Jedi Council unwillingly bowed its head to reality and compromised.

Not very happily. Especially since the fierce young head of the Qinghe Nie order – the great Chifeng-zun, Nie Mingjue – had been constantly causing trouble for them ever since he had been admitted to their deliberations.

More relevantly, though, was that Nie Mingjue was also a good friend of Lan Xichen, Lan Wangji’s elder brother by blood, and it had been the gift of his token, his passcode, never revoked, that they had used to enter through the gates.

(Look what happened to the Twin Jades you prized so much, my old clansmen, Uncle, Father, Grandfather. Look at me now. Begging for scraps from a Nie -)

Lan Wangji turned and saluted, bowing deeply and ignoring Xue Yang, who had progressed so far into hysterical laughter that he was now hiccupping.

Nie Mingjue caught his hands and raised him up, just the way he always had, and that grim face surveyed Lan Wangji from top to bottom, those searing eyes seeming to pierce into the depths of his corrupted soul.

“You look well,” he said, which surprised even Lan Wangji, who had thought himself beyond surprises. “That’s good.”

“What the fuck,” Xue Yang muttered. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck – you guys are with me here, right? This is kriffing insane…”

The Qinghe Nie Jedi ignored him.

“Chifeng-zun,” Lan Wangji said politely, and ignored the man’s raised eyebrow. He was not about to fall back into calling him da-ge the way he’d done back when he was in the Jedi crèche, no matter how tempting – everyone had called Nie Mingjue da-ge back then, too young to be afraid of his fierce and barely leashed energy. “Thank you for lending us temporary use of your base.”

There wasn’t really a polite way to say I wasn’t expecting to run into you here under the circumstances, but from the way Nie Mingjue snorted, Lan Wangji suspected he’d understood regardless.

“Checking up on the Jin,” he said, an explanation that Lan Wangji didn’t deserve to hear. “Treasonous svapers, the lot of them. Is this Wei Wuixan?”

Lan Wangji nodded. His heart was unexpectedly in his throat as Nie Mingjue studied the other Jedi through the glass of the bacta tank, though he wasn’t sure why.

He was Sith now, after all. Why would he care what Nie Mingjue thought?

It would have been easier if Nie Mingjue had been angry at him, full of rage the way he so often was. Easier if he’d turned his tongue as sharp as any lightsaber to scolding him, or turned his face away in coldness. Nie Mingjue notoriously despised the Sith, had probably meant to call the Jin Sithspawn instead of svapers earlier, had probably switched the word only in deference to Lan Wangji’s current occupation – which meant he knew, because of course he knew, there was no way Lan Xichen hadn’t told him even if his position on the Council hadn’t already entitled him to all such secrets.

He knew, and he still persisted in acting like – like –  

“Cute enough,” Nie Mingjue commented, and Lan Wangji covered his suddenly burning face with both hands. “You have good taste.”

“Please stop,” Lan Wangji mumbled, mortified beyond all belief. Xue Yang was looking back and between the two of them with his jaw gaping wider than a Gungan’s.

Nie Mingjue snorted, amused. “I carried you around on my shoulders when you were knee high, Wangji. I think I’m entitled to torment you a bit about your crush.”

Xue Yang looked like he was going to forsake the ways of the Sith, convert to Qinghe Nie, and start logging prayers at the temple of Nie Mingjue, and Lan Wangji couldn’t even blame him.

“Don’t you have anything to say about –” Lan Wangji shut his mouth with a snap. 

He didn’t actually want to hear Nie Mingjue exorcising him for his choices, no matter how little he regretted them.

Nie Mingjue was silent for a moment, contemplative. “No.”

Lan Wangji blinked, not understanding.

“I don’t have anything to say,” Nie Mingjue clarified with a shrug. “I can’t say I entirely understand why you chose what you did, but we all choose our own paths in the Force, Wangji. I have faith that even though your path leads you to the Dark Side now, it will eventually lead you back to us once more. If you keep your sense of righteousness about you and continue to stand up for what you believe is right as you always have – and avoid engaging in the wholesale slaughter of innocents the way so many Sith do – I will never be disappointed in you.”

…maybe Lan Wangji would allow the people in that spaceport to live.

But only because it would hurt Wei Wuxian to know that he had sacrificed so much for nothing, of course. It was pure selfishness, nothing more. 

(The Dark Side hissed in his head, bitter-angry-vicious-hate-hate-hate, but Lan Wangji hadn’t been Hanguang-jun for nothing. He controlled himself, allowing for only the influences he chose to accept – it was his independence that had led him to the Dark Side, and his independence, he believed, that would allow him to forge his own path, as Nie Mingjue had said, even inside the ways of the Sith. His uncle would say that such thoughts were pure arrogance, pride before the fall, but, well. He’d already Fallen, hadn’t he?)

“Would you like to stay with him until his vital signs have recovered?” Nie Mingjue asked, and Lan Wangji nodded, grateful despite himself.

Grateful, too, that Nie Mingjue did not speak of Lan Wangji reconciling with the rest of his old order.

“I will not stay longer,” he added. “I know it must be a burden to you, opening your doors to one such as me –”

“Ridiculous,” Nie Mingjue scoffed. “This is a secret base, Wangji. If you don’t say anything about it, who’ll know? And before you ask, I’m going to tell Wei Wuxian that you saved his life whether you’re here for him waking up or not, so take that into account when selecting your leave time. And I’ll exaggerate.”

He would, too, Lan Wangji thought fondly. Nie Mingjue had always been big brother to all the Jedi younglings, no matter how grown up they eventually got, and he never let them forget it.

“I’ll consider it,” he allowed, and settled into a meditation pose at the side of the room.

“As for you,” Nie Mingjue said to Xue Yang, who straightened up so quickly that he might as well have attached a ruler to his spine. “I hear that you’re the one that’s been attacking Hutt palaces?”

Xue Yang glanced at Lan Wangji, who sighed. 

“You shouldn’t encourage him, da-ge,” he murmured. “He gets into enough trouble as it is.”

“Comradery does more to defeat evil than any amount of solitary philosophizing,” Nie Mingjue proclaimed, certain as ever in his own righteousness. It would be unbearably irritating if it was anyone less sincerely bullheaded about it, earnest but full of flaws. “Anyway, it’d be good for some of our padawans to see a Sith in action without needing to go up against one right off the bat. You in?”

“…in? I don’t – there aren’t any Hutt palaces around here..?”

“They take their travelling palaces on the Quiberon Line,” one of the Qinghe Nie Jedi said, and Xue Yang’s eyes lit up at the promise of what he undoubtedly thought was an opportunity for wholesale slaughter. It wouldn’t be, of course, not when he was going to be fighting alongside the strict Qinghe Nie, but it would keep him busy for the time it took Wei Wuxian to stabilize and recover.

Maybe Lan Wangji would even stay long enough to speak with his Wei Ying before retreating to be his silent and unwanted protector again.

Maybe.

[yoongiqx]

1. what do u prefer to be called name wise?

— marija

2. when is your birthday?

—december 15th, it always snows a lot on that day

3. where do u live?

—  serbia

4. three things u are doing right now?

— i’m reading a manga while drinking coffee and i need to study soon,,,

5. four fandoms that have peaked your interest right now?

—hmmmm, i don’t know, i’ve discovered some new artists doe

6. how has this pandemic been treating u?

— both good and bad i feel like, when quarantine started i knew what life was gonna be like for the time being because there weren’t many options, so that gave me some peace of mind but at the same time i was really sad for other reasons and now that it’s lifted i have all these responsibilities that i put off and i’m just exhausted idk

7. a song u can’t stop listening to right now?

— ohhh one song i really like rn is chaotic spring!!! by se so neon

also, wednesday campanella jeanne d'arc  and  minsu is confused , there are more but these are ok for now

8. recommend a movie

—i’ve been rewatching ghibli movies to heal my soul, but i also really want to watch movies directed by wong kar wai, but a movie i rly like is 3 Days in Quiberon!!!!

9. how old are u?

— 19,, i’m turning 20 this year

10. school, university, occupation, other?

—ummm i’m majoring in the german language, literature and culture, but idk if i made a mistake or not and if i did i’m not even sure what i want and where to go so you know c’est la vie što bi se reklo

11. do u prefer heat or cold?

— i LOVE winter,,, just recently i watched a video and they were walking around the city and it was snowing and they had coats on and just,,,, idk it makes me happy, i love cold weather

12. name one fact others may not know about u

— umm, i know how to do some magic tricks, but i stopped learning them,, 

13. are u shy?

— yeah i’m quite shy, it’s more that i am very self-concious 

14. do u have preferred pronouns?

— she/her 

15. biggest pet peeve?

— i think just being plain rude or mocking someone's interests

16. what is your favorite ‘dere’ type?

— hmmm I guess tsundere and dandere, there's also bakadere? they b sweet

17. rate your life 1-10, 1 being rly crappy and 10 being the best it could ever be

— idk honestly, rn not the greatest ahahah

18. what’s your main blog?

— @avoiirlecafard

19. list your side blogs and what they’re used for?

— i have one for languages and studying, also just a sideblog

20. is there anything u think people need to know about u before becoming friends with u?

— just because I don't talk doesn't mean I'm not having fun akdjeodjs I'm just v shy and anxious

thank you @tenw1n for tagging me 🥺🥺💖, hope you're doing okay!! have a lovely day!!

I tag whoever wants to do this

[leopoldetbonaparte]

Il faut continuer à vivre, ou continuer à péter les plombs. - Romy Schneider

[weirdesplinder]

La top ten dei 10 romance più romantici che ho mai letto

San Valentino è appena passato ed eccomi a voi con una nuova top ten romance, ispirata proprio da questa festività. Stavolta vi elenco 10 romance che secondo me sono estremamente romantici.

Si tratta di un’opinione del tutto soggettiva naturalmente e ho escluso volutamente dall’elenco alcuni romance che vi ho già segnalato e suggerito in altre liste. Inoltre quando dico più romantici intendo dei romance storici estremamete dolci o estremamente struggenti. Pure troppo, a mio avviso. Ma tenete conto che io non amo i romanzi che ti fanno stare male da tanto soffri per i personaggi o che non ti danno un completo lieto fine, perciò tranquilli, quelli in elenco sono comunque romanzi che possono piacere a tutti. Solo estremamente romantici per come li vedo io.

1. Summer Breeze, di Catherine Anderson  (inedito in italiano)

https://amzn.to/3pqYwyC

1889. Rachel Hollister non ha messo piede fuori di casa, un ranch in mezzo alle prateria, da ben 5 anni. Vive tra l’altro non nell’intera casa ma solo in una stanza e mezza e tiene barricato tutto il resto. Il terrore l’attanaglia al solo pensiero di uscire. Ma non è sempre stata così, tutto ebbe inizio cinque anni prima quando tutti i suoi famigliari durante un pic nic furono uccisi a colpi di pistola da un misterioso omicida posto su un rilievo. Uno ad uno caddero davanti ai suoi occhi ma la pallottola destinata a lei si limitò a sfiorarla e farla svenire. Il colpevole dovette crederla morta e Rachel sopravvisse, ma da allora non è più uscita di casa. Sopravvive grazie ad un anziano ranchero che lavorava con i suoi e che le porta cibo e vende i suoi dolci, tramite una fessura tra le assi che barrano le porte. Poi però un giorno lui non viene al loro solito appuntamento settimanale. E’ stato ferito e al suo posto si presenta il giovane ranchero, un forestiero, che lo ha trovato e curato. Rachel dovrà superare le sue paure e fidarsi di lui se viole sopravvivere…. anche perchè chi ha ucciso la sua famiglia la tiene d’occhio e aspetta solo che lei esca per finire la partita.

La mia opinione: questo in realtà è uno dei romance che preferisco, ma in effetti ha una trama piuttosto pesante, perchè avere una storia d’amore con un’agorafobica è senza dubbio problematico. Il protaginosta maschile impiega quasi mezzo libro solo a convincerla a fidarsi di lui e farlo entrare nel suo regno e ci riesce in gran parte grazie al suo cane. Ho veramente ammirato la sua pazienza, il coraggio di Rachel e anche i suoi limiti che in fondo sono credibili. Un romanzo interessante, romantico ma anche pieno d’azione e introspezione, molto intimo con i due nostri eroi chiusi in casa all’oscuro di chi voglia uccidere Rachel. E soprattutto contiene una stupenda lettera d’amore.

2. Caro nemico (My Dearest Enemy) di  Connie Brockway

https://amzn.to/3djD24o

Tra di loro c'erano troppe cose: una proprietà che entrambi volevano ed un destino che non potevano condividere.Avery Thorne ha un unico desiderio: ereditare al più presto Mill House, la proprietà dello zio Horatio. Ma i suoi sogni vengono infranti dalla lettura del testamento: per cinque anni la tenuta sarà affidata a Lilian Bede, un'intraprendente suffragetta, che la erediterà definitivamente se saprà dimostrare di essere una buona amministratrice.La prima reazione di Avery è di rancore e di folle vendetta, ma qualcosa gli farà cambiare idea…

La mia opinione: anche questo è un gran bel libro in generale e molto divertente anche, forse non andrebbe in questa lista poichè non è certo romanticissimo di per sè, ma io trovo terribilmente romantici gli scambi epistolari, in generali, e questo libro si basa proprio su uno scambio epistolare tra due cosiddtti nemici. Perciò per me è molto romantico.

3. Un gioiello raro ( A precious jewel) di Mary Balogh

https://amzn.to/3qpAi96

Priscilla Wentworth è una gentildonna caduta in miseria e costretta dalle circostanze a prostituirsi in un bordello. Sir Gerald Stapleton è stato tradito dalle donne più importanti della sua vita e ora cerca solo il piacere fisico. Quando incontra Priss, si chiede come possa essere successo che un gioiello di grazia, bellezza ed eleganza come lei sia divenuta cortigiana. Nonostante il proponimento di non lasciarsi più coinvolgere in una relazione di cuore, quando lei ha bisogno di protezione Gerald la prende come amante fissa. Ne nasce un sentimento tanto forte quanto socialmente censurabile, per un amore che sembra non avere futuro...

La mia opinione: e qui cominciamo a struggerci siete avvertiti. Lei è una prostituita, lui è...mentalmente lento...Nè l’uno nè l’altro si ritengono degni di essere amati. State pronti a commuovervi, ma in modo composto.

4. Abbandonarsi al desiderio (The Lover) di Robin Schone

https://amzn.to/3apDa0h

Anne Aimes è una zitella di trentasei anni che, dopo essersi occupata dei genitori anziani e malati, si è ritrovata sola. Decisa a scoprire i piaceri che ha sempre negato, si rivolge a Michel des Anges, un gigolò di origine francese noto per le sue doti e la sua abilità. L’incontro tra i due avviene all’interno di un locale ambiguo dove uomini e donne si danno appuntamento per relazioni clandestine. Un luogo insolito per una donna come Anne, molto inibita e convinta di essere poco attraente. Ma anche Michel non è più lo stesso, sfigurato da un incendio, da anni non ha più avuto clienti né rapporti intimi con l’altro sesso, per timore di essere rifiutato. Ma nell’animo di entrambi arde un desiderio di rivalsa pronto a incendiare con coraggio e passione i loro cuori…

La mia opinione: intanto premetto che questo è un romance storico erotico, perciò se non amate le scene d’amore grafiche e dettagliate lasciatelo perdere. Se non amate protagonisti maschili tormentati, lasciatelo perdere. Perchè qui più che tormentato Michel è prioprio rovinato, è frutto di ciò che ha subito. E parlo di prima dell’incendio, poi dopo quello lasciamo stare, perciò qui ci si strugge parecchio. Ad alti livelli. Però è anche estremamente umano e carnale come libro. Molto verace.

5. Amare un libertino (When He Was Wicked) di  Julia Quinn

https://amzn.to/3pr0m2u

Quando Michael Stirling, il più audace libertino di Londra, incontra Francesca Bridgerton è amore a prima vista. Un amore non ricambiato: Francesca sta per sposare suo cugino John.E anche se un evento improvviso libera Francesca da qualunque vincolo, Michael non osa confessarle il proprio amore e per dimenticarla parte per l’India. Ma al suo rientro, inaspettatamente, Francesca gli chiede consiglio per trovare un buon marito: potrà Michael sopportare di gettarla tra le braccia di un altro?

La mia opinione: non il mio preferito della serie #Bridgerton, ma sicuramente tra i miei preferiti, e sicuramente per me il più romantico, perchè lui la ama in silenzio da anni, e c’è un lungo e duraturo scambio epistolare, e come vi dicevo, io trovo le letttere terribilmente romantiche. Qui lo struggimento c’è, ma a livelli normali e poi alla fine ripaga.

6. Adorabile sconosciuto (The Perfect Stranger) di Anne Gracie

https://amzn.to/3b9nf5i

Faith Merridew ha abbandonato la famiglia e l’Inghilterra per un uomo che le ha giurato amore eterno. Una volta in Francia, però, scopre di essere stata ingannata.  Con il cuore a pezzi, incontra Nicholas Blacklock, giovane reduce di Waterloo. Disposto a salvarle la reputazione, Nicholas le propone un matrimonio bianco, seguito dal suo immediato rientro a Londra. Solo che Faith ora sente di appartenere davvero a quest’uomo tanto generoso, ma anche misterioso. Riuscirà a fare breccia nel suo cuore?

La mia opinione: Cosa c’è di più romantico che innamorarsi un bellimbusto che ti promette per sempre e poi dopo che tu hai lasciato tutto per lui ti molla? No, ditemelo. Questa trama è la base di non so quanti fiilm rosa. In più poi abbiamo un bel tenebroso che le vuole salvare la reputazione, di cui lei s’innamoa, ma lui nasconde un oscuro segreto. Questo è proprio il classico romance che ti fa dire, ma sta poverina mai una gioia? Tutte a lei? Struggimento a go go.

7. Dietro la maschera (Tapestry) di Karen Ranney

https://amzn.to/2ZjILin

Per lady Laura esiste un solo uomo al mondo: Dixon Alexander Weston, conte di Cardiff. Alex ha fatto ritorno dalla battaglia navale di Quiberon col volto gravemente sfigurato e ora vive rinchiuso nella sua dimora di Heddon Hall. Dopo averlo atteso per quattro anni, Laura Ashcott Blake, vicina di casa del conte, decide di intrufolarsi nel suo cuore facendosi assumere come domestica. Tra i due la passione scoppia impetuosa e travolgente. Alex all’inizio non riconosce in lei la ragazzina che tanto lo adorava, ma non appena scopre la verità, subito si celebrano le nozze. Dopo un anno di felicità assoluta, però, riuscirà il loro amore a superare un’altra guerra?

La mia opinione: altra classica trama struggente. Lui torna dalla guerra sfigurato e provato sia fisicamnte che mentalmente, lei lo ha aspettato per anni fedele e innamorata e lui manco la riconosce. Ma lei imperterrita nonostante lui non sia più come prima, lo vuole amare  lo vuole curare, a forza di provarci riesce ad entrare a far prate della sua vita, la felicità sembra a portata di mano, ed ecco una nuova mazzata in arrivo. Per la serie mai una gioia anche qui. 

8. Giorni di gloria (Morning Glory) di LaVyrle Spencer

https://amzn.to/2Zsy5hb

Elly, vedova con due figli e in attesa di un terzo, è una donna forte e coraggiosa, ma tutti la considerano pazza a causa della sua ritrosia, conseguenza di una terribile infanzia. Figlia illegittima, è stata tenuta dai nonni, fanatici religiosi, rinchiusa in casa per anni e anni. Will, attraente, onesto, intelligente e gran lavoratore, ha avuto una vita difficile. A Whitney, una cittadina della Georgia, spera di gettarsi alle spalle il passato. E' rimasto orfano piccolissimo ed è convinto che nessuno potrà mai amarlo davvero. Un uomo e una donna, con i quali la vita non è stata generosa, portano con sé ricordi angosciosi, timori e insicurezze che sembrano offuscare la serenità della loro unione. L'amore che nutrono l'uno per l'altro, però, è talmente forte che li aiuterà a superare ogni difficoltà.

La mia opinione: questo è un poco struggente per il passato dei protagonisti, ma poi è semplicemente romantico (ma con una vena malinconica) perchè non puoi non fare il tifo per loro. Certo non è la trama più innovativa di questo mondo. Avrò letto almeno dieci romance simili ambientati nell’America di fine 1800, ma questo è scritto molto ma molto bene.

9. The shadow and the star (inedito in italiano) Laura Kinsale

Kinsale alterna qui due storie correlate. Una, ambientata alle Hawaii, segue le vicende del giovane Samuel Gerard, la cui infanzia è stata un incubo, ma poi quando trova una casa con la benevola Lady Ashland, diventa il protetto dell'enigmatico maggiordomo giapponese Dojun, che lo allena nelle arti marziali e nell’autodisciplina. La seconda storia, è invece ambientata nella Londra del 1880, dove la povera ma rispettabile Leda Etoile scopre che Samuel, ora adulto e straordinariamente bello, è dietro una sconcertante serie di furti. Disoccupata e senza fondi, Leda accetta un posto come segretaria di Samuel e soccombe gradualmente al suo fascino. Samuel pensa di non avere alcun interesse per Leda, e pensa anche che l'addestramento di Dojun fosse disinteressato. Ma ha torto su entrambi i fronti.

La mia opinione: trama mollto atipica che apprezzo, eroe che ha sofferto tanto ed è cinicamente il frutto del dolore che ha passato, e oltre a questo quando crede di poter prevalere sugli altri e vendicarsi, scopre di essere solo una pedina in mano altrui e quindi ancora una vittima in realtà. Per questo gli si può perdonare il male che lui fa agli ma solo in parte. Questo forse non è un romanzo per tutti, ma resta estremamente interessante e struggente, ma di uno struggimento che lascia un poco di amaro in bocca.

10. The Bridal Veil (inedito in italiano) di Alexis Harrington

Emily Cannon non è la sposa a cui Luck Becker aveva scritto, ma la sorella di mediocre bellezza e troppo alta. Quando sua sorella è morta e Emily è rimasta sola al mondo, in un raro momento di impulsività ha deciso di prendere il suo posto come sposa per corrispondenza. Certo non è bella come lei, ma in fondo il futuro sposo non aveva mai visto la sua interlocutrice e poi se non possiede la bellezza, Emily ha molte altre capacità, e dopo una vita passata con genitori che le hanno sempre detto che non era bella o speciale, non è che non si aspetti molto. Eppure ci rimane comunque male quando Luck la vede e subito la rifiuta. Luck però non può fare lo schizzinoso, ha bisogno di una madre per sua figlia, e accetta di sposare Emily, che per di più dopo il viaggio non ha più un soldo. Ma mette subito in chiaro che lei sarà una governante non sua moglie sul serio. Emily china la testa, ci è abituata e accetta. Nel suo baule ha l'abito da sposa e il velo di sua sorella, ma nopn li indossa per la cerimonia, dopotutto non è un vero matrimonio, e ripone anche quel sogno di un matrimonio in bianco, in un cassetto. Come se non bataase quello che trova a casa di Luck è un vero disastro. Sua figlia è una piccola selvaggia aizzata dalla suocera di Luck che ha trasformato la casa in un santuario dedicato alla figlia morta. Una famiglia veramente disastrata. E sarà un duro lavoro per Emily cercare di rinire questo nucleo famigliare distrutto da vecchi rancori e segreti mai rivelati.

La mia opinione: qui invece ci si strugge per la povera protagonista che subisce da una vita, e viene trattata a pesci in faccia pure dall’uomo che più ha bisogno di lei. Non si può non amarla nei momenti in cui dimostra un poco di spina dorsale, e quando finalmente lui inizia a trattarla bene. Ma io non perdono, e ho sempre un po’ odiato questo personaggio maschile, nonostante sia il risultato di un passato difficile questo non lo scusa, visto che pure lei con tutto ciò che ha subito sarebbe giustificata se fosse scontrosa e cinica, ma non lo è. Comunque quando alla fine Emily potrà usare il prezioso velo da sposa della sua antenata realizando tutti i suoi sogni come merita ci si sente ripagati. O quasi.

[coeurspire]

hogwarts au !!

❥ // accepting

1) slytherin was the house of her choice, and if the hat had not put her there by itself, she would have  demanded  to be sorted into this house. as it stands, blendy, sherry was the first of her year to be sorted into slytherin.

2) she has been sharing a room with jenny from the first day onward; they two have quickly become very close friends, friends that are deeply supportive and encouraging. this dynamic has led the duo to be regarded as dedicated students by their teachers and over the years, they have been awarded mostly outstanding grades.

3) her late father was an auror and the older cousin she would rather live with  is  one, so sherry is toying with the thought of following in their footsteps for most of her fourth and fifth year, though it is amidst all the drama in her sixth year that she decides to actually follow this dream.

4) it is important to keep in mind that sherry did not actually  want  to become a champion in the tournament. she had thrown her name into the goblet to get herself and her best friend out of an uncomfortable situation, never expecting that it would lead to this. however, there is no possibility to back out and she cannot forfeit either. thus, she gives her best to win the tournament — and her best is enough.

5) as far as quidditch goes, she plays as chaser of her houseteam, but does not get involved into the quidditch talk of others as she is mostly interested in french teams and most of her housemates know only the quiberon quafflepunchers, a team she does not support.

[farminglesbian]

Marie Bäumer als Romy Schneider in 3 Tage in Quiberon (2018) Emily Atef

[hotelyael]

3 days in Quiberon