#Basses-Alpes

[fredericbrumby]

Paréidolie

[aigle-suisse]

Parapente et Escalade avec Roc n Vol par AD 04 Via Flickr : Bienvenue à toutes et à tous sur notre site www.rocnvol.com Ecole de parapente à Moustiers Sainte Marie, au coeur des Alpes de Haute Provence. VOL BIPLACE AU VERDON LE PRINTEMPS EST LA : VENEZ DECOUVRIR LES GORGES !! PROFITEZ DES BONNES CONDITIONS !! Nous sommes ravis de pouvoir vous faire partager les conditions aérologiques du printemps au pays du verdon. Le paysage est a couper le souffle!! Pensez a réserver votre vol !! Nous sommes ouvert toute l'année, en semaine ou les week end, si les conditions sont bonnes. Roc n Vol est marqué du label qualité tourisme. pour plus de renseignement : www.alpes-haute-provence.com/prestataire-certifie-qualite...

[phoebus-bridgus]

does anyone know where i can find the bass guitar tabs to scott street pls the bass in the end is soo good and if no one responds to this ig i’ll try and play it by ear 😣

[steph-photographie]

Photo originale par Steph-Photo

Les rives des Basses Gorges du Verdon (Alpes de Haute-Provence)

[phoebesspikytitties]

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤

Part 1

Phoebe bridgers x f reader

You're on tour with the boys, immediately there is a spark between you and pheobe, and now everyone knows it.

-🦷

!!smut!! Softish dom phoebe, oral, fingering.

Today is your first day as tour photographer for boygenius. This is so exciting and nerve wracking. For the next two weeks you're going to be on the road with people you just met, hopefully making friends along the way.

It's about an hour till the show and the boys and the rest of the crew are all sitting in the green room, playing some random card game. You come in to take some cute candids, but see Phoebe sitting with her arms crossed, looking bored.

"Is it ok if I take some pics of you guys?" You ask.

Julien and Lucy smile goofily and give an enthusiastic "Yes!"

"C'mon Pheebs!" Lucy says, rolling her eyes.

"Phoebe despises games…" Julien says.

Phoebe looks up at you, locking eyes and smiling.

"I do hate games, but also what's your name? Aren't you with us for the rest of tour?"

"I'm y/n! And yes I ammm," you say, smiling excitedly.

"That's a beautiful name," Phoebe tells you.

You blush, bringing your camera up to your face in an attempt to cover up.

"Phoebe you made her blush!!!" Says Lucy.

You feel your face get redder, also noticing Phoebe's doing the same.

"Well y/n, why don't you play with us? We've still got 30 minutes before we need to be ready," Julien says

"If you're offering…I'd love to get to know everyone before the show!" You reply.

"Yay! I was hoping to get to know you better," says Phoebe, patting the spot on the couch next to her.

This is a dream, considering you've had the hots for her since Stranger In The Alps came out.

The rest of the boys' touring team leaves, going to double check everything before the show starts and leaving you four alone. After about 15 minutes of conversation, Lucy and Julien announce that they're going to go change. Phoebe already has her outfit on, her signature skirt, and a white button up with no bra.

"Like what you see y/n?" Says phoebe, catching you looking at her perfect breasts visible through her shirt.

You decide to go along with her flirty antics, replying, "Yes phoebe, I do like what I see."

Phoebe lights up, coming closer to you on the couch, her hand on your thigh.

"Y/n, can I kiss you?"

"I guess," you say with a bratty smile

Phoebe moves to straddle your thigh, starting to kiss you.

You hear a distant "Phoebe!! 10 minutes till we're on!" That she seems to not have heard, as she is now kissing down your neck, and leaving hickeys as low as she can with your low neck top not hiding much.

Phoebe has her back to the door, as Tiana, the bass player for tour, peeks into the room with a look of shock, and mouths to you "10 minutes," putting both hands up to symbolize and closing the door as she leaves.

"Phoebe! Tiana just walked in and demonstrated that you only have 10 minutes."

"Oh shit, I can't go on stage this turned on, baby."

"Well, I have a solution to that," you say, reaching your hand up her skirt, looking up and making sure that it's ok with her.

You run your middle and ring fingers over her through her underwear, feeling how wet she is, while trying to get any friction you can off her thigh.

"Oh god y/n," Phoebe gasps as you stick your fingers into her, moving her underwear to the side.

She comes within 2 minutes, amazed at your skills.

"We still have about 7 minutes, it's your turn to be my little slut," Phoebe says, pushing you to stand up while unbuttoning your shorts.

Soon enough, you are on the edge of the couch, Phoebe eating you out like you'd never felt before, feeling the knot tighten in your stomach. Phoebe also felt this, pulling away from you to give you the eyes. Going back in with a look of determination on her face, with only about 3 minutes until she needs to be on stage. You cum almost immediately when she goes back in, your cum covering her face as someone pounds on the door, opening it.

"UNDER A MINUTE PHOEBE WE NEED TO BE REA- what?" You hear Julien yell and realize what she walked in on as Phoebe turns around, blocking you from Juliens sight.

Julien grabs phoebe by the arm, pulling her to where they had to start Wthout You Without Them.

Phoebe enters the stage for $20, hair ratty and tangled, with your cum still covering her face, which is thankfully not noticeable by the big screen cameras. In between $20 and Satanist she looks down at you, standing in front of the barricade taking pictures, and makes sure you get a good shot of her licking her lips and rolling her eyes back in her head.

After those two, you head backstage to not bug the fans at the barricade any more than you already have.

…..

The boys run off stage, phoebe running directly to you, in a spot not visible to the crowd. She kisses you hard and passionately, the taste of you still on her lips.

"Because of you, I went on stage with you all over my face, princess. You will be paying the price for it veeeerrry soon."

"We'll see how that goes for you," you reply.

She turns around and runs back on stage for the encore.

There will be more parts soon!! Thank you so much for reading 💖

-🦷

[jesssssssssica]

juno! j.b pt.3

my knuckles rapidly knock on mel’s door as i try to tame my breath. when the door finally swings open i see mel let out a long sigh, obviously not expecting me.

“what are you doing here, idiot? you told me i was supposed to get you at four it’s three!”

“i couldn’t do it. it reminded me of a dentist you know? and they had these stupid magazines with those quizzes on what season you are and then the receptionist kept giving me the evil eyes and kept trying to give me these weird condoms that made her boyfriends balls smell like pie and oh su-chin was there! did you know that the baby has fingernails? i mean can you believe it! fingernails!”

mel grimaces yet her eyes are amused.

“oh, gross. do you reckon the baby could scratch your vag when it comes out” 

i ignore her comment.

“i'm staying pregnant, mel”

she shushes me quickly.

“keep your voice down mate, my mum's creeping around somewhere. she doesn't that we’re you know”, her voice goes down into a whisper “...sexually active.”

what does that even mean?

“ oh... well i was thinking about everything and i thought ‘oh! there’s someone out there that would want my baby!’ you know like the women who can’t have kids or maybe some lovely lesbians”

“but.... you'll get huge and your tits are going to lactate like a cow and you’ll have to tell everyone that you’re pregnant!” 

“i know but maybe they’ll all love me for being so caring!” 

“ or maybe they will also lose their shit and be super mad at you and possibly not let you graduate or most importantly let you go to the alps for spring break.”

“ i don’t care about the alps, jude and i were planning on taking a trip to portsmouth for spring break anyway.”

mel sighs in response, exhausted by the constant name drops of jude.

“well, maybe you could look at one of those adoption ads i mean they’re literally filling the newspapers at this point.”

“there are ads? for people to become parents?”

“oh yeah tons! you can sell anything from iguanas to exercise bikes to babies! it’s crazy what you can do!”  

“come on mel, you really think i want to scope out possible parents in the local newspaper! that’s so dodgy! it’s like buying clothes at the corner shop! i won’t be looking at the newspaper advertisements”

we sit on the bench under the pretty tree in the big park, as we look through the numerous amount of advertisements in the newspaper.

“the newspaper sucks.” 

it really does. never have i wanted to fall asleep more than i have when i was reading this garbage.

“i know juno, but at least it sucks for free and what else were we meant to do today?” 

she’s right of course, we have nothing else to do today. 

after mel finishes speaking, we continue to turn the pages in silence when she find a couple who’s teeth are as blue as water, their lips just as blue as them well. the articles reads “wholesome, spiritually wealthy couple who have find true love with each other.” 

she turns her head to face me, i’m guessing to check if i’m paying attention to the article in her hand, though i’m off in another world, looking at a selling for a piano. my mind goes straight to jude when i see the advertisement. 

“ did you see there's a guy here who's giving away a piano, free for the hauling as well! i reckon we should get it and haul it to jude’s house.

“you're not listening”

“no, i heard you loud and clear but i just can’t give the baby to someone that will describe themselves as “wholesome” you know. to be honest, i’m just looking for someone a bit more on the edge.

“well then what do you have in mind, a family of disturbed loners who are into knife play and incest? cmon juno they’re going to be the person that’s going to have a human life! one that’s been inside of you at that!”

“no mel! i was thinking more along the lines of a graphic designer, in their thirties, and has a cool asian wife who dresses awesome and plays bass perfectly, but i'm trying to keep my choices open.”

“all right, oh how about this one? a healthy, educated couple who are seeking an infant to join our family of five, you will be compensated please help us complete the circle of love."

nope. nope. nope.

“big no, they sound exactly like a cult and they have three kids already, greedy guys! not the one for mini me”

“y/n! you need to take a look at this one.”

mel points to the newspaper and i look down to paper. it reads “educated, successful couple who wish to....” 

but i don’t get to finish reading because i take a look at their faces. their beautiful faces that are pretty even in black and white, 

their names were betty and aaron jones.

and they were definitely the future parents of my baby.

jude sits in his room, listening to the playlist that y/n had recommend to him and the same one that played when they went to fourth base.

he stares at the pages of his yearbook, specifically at the photo of y/n and the message that she wrote for him, and him only. it says “hey jude! i hope one day you get off of this photo with your lotion that you not so secretly keep in your drawer! joking (well...) love y/n.

god was he in love with her, she was just so ugh. she was just perfect and somehow he was the lucky one that managed to see her in all her beauty. he was the one that got to see all her scars and insecurities and he was the one that kissed her there. he was one lucky son of a bitch that’s for sure. 

he doesn’t care if she doesn’t ever love him (the biggest lie on planet earth) all he cares about is that he was the first person that she opened up to and that even if she never loves him back, then he will watch from the side-lines, cheering her on no matter what she does. because he really loves her. 

jude reaches for the phone, the same one y/n has hanging in her room, debating whether or not to call her. he puts the phone down after a couple of moments. 

he’s brought out of his moment by a knock on his door, which is soon followed by his mothers head peaking through. 

“jude baby? are you coming downstairs to eat?”

“no, no i don't think so. not really feeling it oddly enough”

“but you played for at least 5 hours today puppy, you need to eat and it’s breakfast for tea and i know that’s your favourite”

jude just places his hand on his stomach.

“y/n y/l/n called by the way.. while you were out. she wanted to know whether or not your coming to this performance on saturday.” 

“oh thanks for the message ma”

“judie, you know i feel about her, she’s trouble.”

“i know you've said.... maybe about fifty times.”

“i just don't want you to consider her a close friend that’s all.”

she sighs and leaves jude to himself.

jude then only finally reveals what’s hidden in his closed fist. the panties that he kept from that magical night.

a/n: i really hope these are doing the movie justice! @taintedstranger i think you wanted a tag so i really hoped you enjoyed it!

[rouge-and-riddles]

Jupernatural Week Day 5: Character Spotlight

@jupernaturalweek

Aaron Bass is having a shit week. He and his golem, (his golem, what kind of a reality is it where he can have a fucking golem) have spent the last seven miserable days bouncing in and out of the shittiest hotels the European continent has to offer, in an attempt to track down a supplier of alchemical ingredients to the group of Nazi Necromancers they are actually hunting.

He has almost given up completely when he takes a seat at the hotel bar somewhere in rural Switzerland and orders a Sex on the Beach, a tall young man sits next to him. Aaron's immediately glad he left his golem back in his room, because the Swiss motherfucker is wearing a sonnenrad ring.

The fascist fuckwad in question is merrily chatting up the bartender, a pretty blond man, in Italian with a heavy German accent. Aaron's Italian is shit, but it's better than his French.

"Cosa fai per lavoro?" What do you do for a living? and the responding "Vendo attrezzature... chimiche." I sell chemistry equipment, with a pause as though he was thinking of a lie not too far from the truth.

Aaron's been following this dipshit across the fucking alps, and here he is, sitting right next to him, hitting on the male bartender and drinking fucking peach schnapps.

Well, Aaron knows what to do with this, at least. He orders a refill for the "salesman" and then a second one, and a third. When he's good and schnookered, Aaron invites him back to his room in whispered German.

The "salesman" follows him out of the with a grin, Aaron smiles back at him, but not for the reason his new companion thinks. Dean'll get a kick out of this one, he thinks.

[omegaplus]

# 4,421

Wilson Pickett: “(Get Me Back On Time,) Engine Number 9″ Turkish 7″ (1970)

And now: a list of recognizable artists, crews, producers, letters, numerals, and acronyms who sampled one of R&B / soul’s all-time greatest hits from 1986 on up:

Doug E Fresh  

LL Cool J  

Chubb Rock  

J.V.C. F.O.R.C.E.  

Schoolly D  

N.W.A.  

J.J. Fad  

Kwame  

2Pac  

Intelligent Hoodlum  

The Prodigy  

Kid 'N Play  

Professor Griff  

Public Enemy  

Tim Dog  

Boogie Down Productions  

TLC  

DJ Shadow  

Bomb The Bass  

Westbam  

EPMD  

Snap!  

Das EFX  

En Vogue  

Willie D  

Kool G Rap & Polo  

Wu-Tang Clan  

Big Daddy Kane  

Flavor Unit MCs  

Shaquille O'Neal  

Daddy-O  

Gravediggaz

Jemini The Gifted One  

Poison Clan  

Daddy Freddy  

Cutty Ranks  

De La Soul  

Atari Teenage Riot  

Ace Of Base  

Lo-Fidelity All-Stars  

Jean-Michel Jarre  

Jay-Z  

Rob Swift  

Luke Vibert  

Z-Trip  

Linkin Park

Lord Finesse  

Three 6 Mafia  

Achemist  

Alps Cru

And out of all of these (and definitely more), it’s Boogie Down Production’s “Duck Down” (’91) that got us here.

[kulturegroupie]

John Paul Jones performs with Etta James in Montreux, Switzerland, July 11, 1975.

“After the show we went backstage to hang and I was looking for the Zep guys because as a young lad on my first trip to Europe with Etta James at the 1975 Montreux Jazz Festival, John Paul Jones was set to play bass for Etta at the fest.. Me, skinny little 19 year old kid with blond hair halfway down my back was the bandleader, teaching Zep's bassist Etta's songs.. Well, at the end of our first rehearsal, who walks in but Jimmy Page and Robert Plant!! Page pulled me aside and asked to play my '57 Les Paul and told me he thought he had met me in a past life [wow!!].. Then they invited me to dinner, Raclette in a chalet in the Alps.. with Led friggin' Zep!! All this was made better when 2 of my friends from LA had witnessed the show there and came back to LA to tell the stories for me.”

— Etta James' guitarist, Brian Ray

video

[lesmislettersdaily]

What He Does

Volume 1: Fantine; Book 2: The Fall; Chapter 11: What He Does

Jean Valjean listened. Not a sound.

He gave the door a push.

He pushed it gently with the tip of his finger, lightly, with the furtive and uneasy gentleness of a cat which is desirous of entering.

The door yielded to this pressure, and made an imperceptible and silent movement, which enlarged the opening a little.

He waited a moment; then gave the door a second and a bolder push.

It continued to yield in silence. The opening was now large enough to allow him to pass. But near the door there stood a little table, which formed an embarrassing angle with it, and barred the entrance.

Jean Valjean recognized the difficulty. It was necessary, at any cost, to enlarge the aperture still further.

He decided on his course of action, and gave the door a third push, more energetic than the two preceding. This time a badly oiled hinge suddenly emitted amid the silence a hoarse and prolonged cry.

Jean Valjean shuddered. The noise of the hinge rang in his ears with something of the piercing and formidable sound of the trump of the Day of Judgment.

In the fantastic exaggerations of the first moment he almost imagined that that hinge had just become animated, and had suddenly assumed a terrible life, and that it was barking like a dog to arouse every one, and warn and to wake those who were asleep. He halted, shuddering, bewildered, and fell back from the tips of his toes upon his heels. He heard the arteries in his temples beating like two forge hammers, and it seemed to him that his breath issued from his breast with the roar of the wind issuing from a cavern. It seemed impossible to him that the horrible clamor of that irritated hinge should not have disturbed the entire household, like the shock of an earthquake; the door, pushed by him, had taken the alarm, and had shouted; the old man would rise at once; the two old women would shriek out; people would come to their assistance; in less than a quarter of an hour the town would be in an uproar, and the gendarmerie on hand. For a moment he thought himself lost.

He remained where he was, petrified like the statue of salt, not daring to make a movement. Several minutes elapsed. The door had fallen wide open. He ventured to peep into the next room. Nothing had stirred there. He lent an ear. Nothing was moving in the house. The noise made by the rusty hinge had not awakened any one.

This first danger was past; but there still reigned a frightful tumult within him. Nevertheless, he did not retreat. Even when he had thought himself lost, he had not drawn back. His only thought now was to finish as soon as possible. He took a step and entered the room.

This room was in a state of perfect calm. Here and there vague and confused forms were distinguishable, which in the daylight were papers scattered on a table, open folios, volumes piled upon a stool, an armchair heaped with clothing, a prie-Dieu, and which at that hour were only shadowy corners and whitish spots. Jean Valjean advanced with precaution, taking care not to knock against the furniture. He could hear, at the extremity of the room, the even and tranquil breathing of the sleeping Bishop.

He suddenly came to a halt. He was near the bed. He had arrived there sooner than he had thought for.

Nature sometimes mingles her effects and her spectacles with our actions with sombre and intelligent appropriateness, as though she desired to make us reflect. For the last half-hour a large cloud had covered the heavens. At the moment when Jean Valjean paused in front of the bed, this cloud parted, as though on purpose, and a ray of light, traversing the long window, suddenly illuminated the Bishop’s pale face. He was sleeping peacefully. He lay in his bed almost completely dressed, on account of the cold of the Basses-Alps, in a garment of brown wool, which covered his arms to the wrists. His head was thrown back on the pillow, in the careless attitude of repose; his hand, adorned with the pastoral ring, and whence had fallen so many good deeds and so many holy actions, was hanging over the edge of the bed. His whole face was illumined with a vague expression of satisfaction, of hope, and of felicity. It was more than a smile, and almost a radiance. He bore upon his brow the indescribable reflection of a light which was invisible. The soul of the just contemplates in sleep a mysterious heaven.

A reflection of that heaven rested on the Bishop.

It was, at the same time, a luminous transparency, for that heaven was within him. That heaven was his conscience.

At the moment when the ray of moonlight superposed itself, so to speak, upon that inward radiance, the sleeping Bishop seemed as in a glory. It remained, however, gentle and veiled in an ineffable half-light. That moon in the sky, that slumbering nature, that garden without a quiver, that house which was so calm, the hour, the moment, the silence, added some solemn and unspeakable quality to the venerable repose of this man, and enveloped in a sort of serene and majestic aureole that white hair, those closed eyes, that face in which all was hope and all was confidence, that head of an old man, and that slumber of an infant.

There was something almost divine in this man, who was thus august, without being himself aware of it.

Jean Valjean was in the shadow, and stood motionless, with his iron candlestick in his hand, frightened by this luminous old man. Never had he beheld anything like this. This confidence terrified him. The moral world has no grander spectacle than this: a troubled and uneasy conscience, which has arrived on the brink of an evil action, contemplating the slumber of the just.

That slumber in that isolation, and with a neighbor like himself, had about it something sublime, of which he was vaguely but imperiously conscious.

No one could have told what was passing within him, not even himself. In order to attempt to form an idea of it, it is necessary to think of the most violent of things in the presence of the most gentle. Even on his visage it would have been impossible to distinguish anything with certainty. It was a sort of haggard astonishment. He gazed at it, and that was all. But what was his thought? It would have been impossible to divine it. What was evident was, that he was touched and astounded. But what was the nature of this emotion?

His eye never quitted the old man. The only thing which was clearly to be inferred from his attitude and his physiognomy was a strange indecision. One would have said that he was hesitating between the two abysses,—the one in which one loses one’s self and that in which one saves one’s self. He seemed prepared to crush that skull or to kiss that hand.

At the expiration of a few minutes his left arm rose slowly towards his brow, and he took off his cap; then his arm fell back with the same deliberation, and Jean Valjean fell to meditating once more, his cap in his left hand, his club in his right hand, his hair bristling all over his savage head.

The Bishop continued to sleep in profound peace beneath that terrifying gaze.

The gleam of the moon rendered confusedly visible the crucifix over the chimney-piece, which seemed to be extending its arms to both of them, with a benediction for one and pardon for the other.

Suddenly Jean Valjean replaced his cap on his brow; then stepped rapidly past the bed, without glancing at the Bishop, straight to the cupboard, which he saw near the head; he raised his iron candlestick as though to force the lock; the key was there; he opened it; the first thing which presented itself to him was the basket of silverware; he seized it, traversed the chamber with long strides, without taking any precautions and without troubling himself about the noise, gained the door, re-entered the oratory, opened the window, seized his cudgel, bestrode the window-sill of the ground floor, put the silver into his knapsack, threw away the basket, crossed the garden, leaped over the wall like a tiger, and fled.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Secret Relationship (7) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

Before Sunrise (ao3) - Emptylester (timelordangel)

Summary: Dan and Phil are finally home, but jet lag leaves them awake at four in the morning. They take these early morning hours to enjoy being home and enjoy being together.

Can't be too careful (ao3) - Shambelina

Summary: Dan and Phil struggle to get some alone time while on tour

Case Closed - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan is a successful lawyer who works hard and has a lot of money, and is also a youtuber. Phil’s also a youtuber and they’ve been dating each other secretly as Dan hasn’t come out yet. Things are about to change though when Dan works on a lgbtq+ rights case and uses Phil as a witness.

do you remember the time (ao3) - selinawrites

Summary: it's florida, 2015. the amazing tour is not on fire is about to open to american audiences, and dan sees a photobooth.

it's london, 2019. dan is just about to upload for the first time in over a year, and phil recognizes a photo.

"Don't fuck with him." (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: People have been hating on Phil and shoving him around more than ever before and Dan was done with people hurting his best friend.

Give Me Some Of That Bass (ao3) - drxpdead

Summary: Playing music has always been a big part of Phil’s life. From the time he was five, and banging spoons against the table, to present day; seventeen years old and apart of the upcoming Alt. Rock/Everything-In-Between band, Heinous.

It’s an easy life to live, he’s sure. Making music with his best friends, trying to avoid failing high school the best he can, and getting his parents to stay off his back about ‘that God-awful noise’.

And there’s Dan Howell.

His sex-on-legs, hot tempered boyfriend, who miraculously shares his love of music. It’s like they’re meant to be.

You know, except they’re apart of different bands. Rival bands, to be exact, with every member hating the other, with a vengeance. They know damn well not to publicise their relationship, not with a certain competition coming up that could make or break them; the tension would be off the charts and would do nothing but cause unwanted drama.

But you can’t keep secrets forever. And with the stress of practice and their band members on their backs, it’s getting harder to keep it in the dark.

Glitterbomb (ao3) - alphapavlikovsky

Summary: Dan and Phil from the YouTube Creators Summit in Spain (Sept 2017). Dan is feeling a little left out while everyone is enjoying themselves until he suddenly gets into it.

The Garden (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dans father, the King of Corevia, insists that dan needs to marry a princess. Dan, however, has someone else in mind.

The war(aka 'They hate each other,right?) (ao3) - Yellowbirdbluetoo

Summary: Everyone knew about the war. The students,the teachers and faculty. Even the headmaster of the school knew about it.

The war between Phil Lester and Dan Howell.

(Aka it was a war until it wasn't)

too high (can't come down) (ao3) - danfanciesphil (thejigsawtimess)

Summary: Suspending himself 7,000 feet above the rest of the world seems likely to be a sure-fire way for Dan to escape normality, and isolate himself for the foreseeable future. The Secret of the Alps, a small hotel tucked into the side of the Swiss mountains is too niche for most avid adventurers to have heard of, making it the perfect place for Dan to work as he sorts through his problems. Unfortunately, privacy is a coveted thing, and as Dan soon finds out, the hotel harbours one guest who values it more than most.

Under your sexy body (ao3) - Shambelina

Summary: Touring seems to take all their time away from one another, so Dan and Phil take some time alone in the back of the bus on route to the next destination.

Unintended (ao3) - storming_wolf

Summary: Dan Howell is a model ready to start a career in acting. Phil Lester is a director ready to show he's more than capable of creating a serious drama film. After an interview Dan does sparks a muse in Phil's script, Phil casts Dan to play leading man. However, they start to develop feelings for each other and try to push their relationship aside for the sake of the movie and Academy Award season, but how far can they push it before it falls apart?

You're together aren't you (ao3) - smol_whale

Summary: "You're together, aren't you?"

It's just a simple question, however, suddenly it becomes so much more.

[aigle-suisse]

Attrap'rêves, dormez dans une bulle, la tête dans les étoiles par AD 04 Via Flickr : www.attrap-reves.com Un certain Monsieur Sylvain Tesson a dit : "La voûte céleste rend insomniaque : trop de beauté, trop de grandeur pour songer à dormir..." Cette citation résume parfaitement la nuit à la belle étoile que vous propose Attrap'Rêves Forcalquier dans son domaine vallonné de 11 hectares et avec en prime une magnifique vue sur le village perché de Dauphin... Une nuit blanche scintillante de mille feux pour un moment que vous n'êtes pas prêt d'oublier et ce non loin de St Michel l'Observatoire !

[puttin0]

ughhhh I hate this but...gotta do it for the internet lords

tagged by : @quietcommotion

relationship status: HA nice meme

favorite color: green

song stuck in my head: Malik by Mokhtar Samba

last thing i googled: Jazz bass without pickguard

dream trip: travelling through italy completely alone from trapani to the alps

anything i want right now: the vinyl version of soul station by hank mobley

tagg: I don’t think i know someone on tumblr to tag..and def would never tag someone I don’t know

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Photo originale par Steph-Photo

Le Pont de Quinson qui sépare le Var des Alpes de Haute-Provence, le lac de Quinson des Basses Gorges du Verdon, la commune de Quinson de celle de Montmeyan

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Sonny and the Sunsets — Self Awareness Through Macrame (Rocks in Your Head)

Self Awareness Through Macrame by SONNY & THE SUNSETS

Sonny Smith spent the COVID pandemic about the way you’d expect him to, writing loosely arranged but carefully articulated story songs that capture the moment.The man who once wrote and recorded 100 singles for imaginary bands, complete with art and backstory, had no trouble figuring out what to do with his free-floating time and anxiety.He laid down ten songs, matter of fact on their surface but magically surreal underneath, with a friends—Josiah Flores, Ava Lynch, Tahlia Harbour and Rusty Miller—in a few sensibly masked sessions.

Smith has never gotten the ink that Bay Area contemporaries like Kelley Stoltz or Ty Segall or Sic Alps or The Ohsees have garnered, but he’s master of barbed but breezy guitar pop.“Signs” busts out with Kinks-y exuberance, hammering the piano and harmonizing the chorus, as Smith reads the omens.“Waiting” wheedles with vintage organ sounds, jangles with giddy guitar.It starts out chronicling the lockdown in a matter of fact way.Smith’s son is in his room sewing costumes to keep the boredom at bay.But like most Smith songs, it spins out in magic realism, imagining a UFO landing and taking the boy away.He’s a master of twisting realism into gentle fantasy, so that it’s hard to say where the grit leaves off and the fairy dust starts.

The most intriguing song, lyrically, is “How to Make a Ceramic Dog,” where Smith imagines constructing canines in exacting detail.The process is involved—making ears, making snouts, making tails—and it serves as a kind of bulwark against an awful world.“Try not to think about politics.Try not to think about fascists.Just think about dogs,” mutters Smith, in his cracked, half-melodic way, like the boy in “Waiting” using art to stave off anger, despair, tedium.

These songs are well-made, bouncy and infectious, with sunny hooks and buoyant choruses, like 1960s pop but hand-made, with some of the stitches showing. “Memory Lane” is especially catchy, with its bounding bass and rumbling drumbeat; if TVP sounded like the Beatles but cracked, then this one sounds like TVP through a broken mirror, surreal but jaunty, carefree but accomplished.

And anyway, how did you spend the lockdown? Watching the Sopranos again?Banging pots at 7 o’clock for the doctors, and celebrating another day of not dying?Zooming for happy hour with a slight air of hysteria?Sonny Smith made a Sunsets record that both memorializes those months and transcends them.

Jennifer Kelly

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A l’éminent économiste PAUL DELOMBRE Ancien Ministre du Commerce et de l’Industrie, Son ami dévoué, Gustave Le Bon PAUL DELOMBRE Paul Delombre est fils d'un homme de lettres et d'une propriétaire de Paris. Après des études de droit à la Faculté de Paris, il s'inscrit comme avocat au barreau de cette ville en 1871. À partir de 1878, il est chargé des pages économiques et sociales du journal Le Temps. Il est l'un des fondateurs en 1885 de l'Association républicaine du centenaire de 1789. Il est élu député des Basses-Alpes à Barcelonette en 1893. Il est réélu dans cette circonscription en 1898 et 1902. Delombre siège dans le groupe de l'Union démocratique puis parmi les Républicains progressistes. Il préside la commission du budget. Battu aux élections législatives de 1906, Delombre devient ministre du Commerce, de l'Industrie, des Postes et du Télégraphe en 1908-1909. Il est l'un des promoteurs de l'Exposition universelle de 1900 et contribue avec Luigi Luzzatti au rapprochement commercial entre la France et l'Italie. Conseiller général des Basses-Alpes en 1898, il préside l'Assemblée départementale de 1899 à 1910. Delombre succède à Charles Robert à la présidence de la Société pour l'étude pratique de la participation du personnel dans les bénéfices, et il participe avec Hippolyte Maze à la création de la Ligue nationale de prévoyance et de la mutualité. En 1920, Delombre remet à Louis Victor-Colin, administeur-gérant de la Société du Familistère, le prix Charles Robert décerné par la Société d'étude pour la participation aux bénéfices à la Société du Familistère. Deux ans plus tard, le 5 mars 1922, Paul Delombre préside la cérémonie de remise de la croix d'officier de la Légion d'honneur à Louis-Victor Colin qui a lieu au Familistère de Guise. L'ancien ministre est choisi par Colin en qualité de commandeur de la Légion d'honneur et de président de la Société pour l'étude de la participation aux bénéfices. La collaboration de Delombre avec le journal Le Temps se poursuit jusqu'en 1932. Sur proposition du ministère des Finances, Delombre est nommé chevalier de la Légion d'honneur en 1880, officier en 1887, commandeur en 1913 et grand officier en 1928. Je ne crois pas nécessaire de répondre aux critiques que cet ouvrage a suscitées en France et dans les pays où il a été traduit. Sur des questions qui appartiennent au domaine du sentiment beaucoup plus qu’à celui de la raison, on ne saurait avoir la prétention de convertir personne. Ce n’est jamais par les livres que s’opèrent les révolutions dans les pensées(1). N’appartenant à aucune école et ne songeant à plaire à aucune, j’ai essayé d’étudier les phénomènes sociaux comme un phénomène physique quelconque, en tâchant simplement de me tromper le moins souvent possible. Par leur concision nécessaire, certains passages de ce livre semblent un peu dogmatiques, mais l’idée ne saurait l’être. Un des derniers chapitres est consacré à montrer qu’en de pareilles questions on ne peut connaître que des probabilités et jamais des certitudes. Gustave Le Bon Si j’ai paru sortir quelquefois de mon sujet c’est qu’il est impossible de comprendre la genèse de certains phénomènes sans étudier d’abord les circonstances qui les entourent. En matière de religion, de morale ou de politique, l’étude du texte même d’une doctrine n’a pas du tout l’importance prépondérante que l’on pourrait croire. Ce qu’il faut connaître surtout ce sont les milieux où elle se développe, les sentiments sur lesquels elle s’appuie, la nature des esprits qui la reçoivent. À l’époque où le Bouddhisme et le Christianisme triomphèrent il eût été d’un intérêt assez faible pour un philosophe de discuter leurs dogmes et d’un intérêt très grand de connaître les causes qui leur permirent de s’établir, c’est-à-dire avant tout l’état des esprits qui les acceptèrent. Un dogme finit toujours par s’imposer, si absurde qu’...