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DP - Phantom Twin AU - The Deal 2

The Fentons had been building a drone that could go invisible to try & track those Phantoms.

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Maddie caught sight of the Ghost Girl being chased by the Wisconsin Ghost high above the buildings of Amity.

The drone pursued, but lost them. Luckily for the Fentons, the 2 ghosts in question seemed to do this often enough that they were able to try again fairly often. It took many, many attempts over the next few weeks to finally manage to stick with the pair long enough to find where they were going.

Finally, the Phantom stalled outside a balcony near the top of the abandoned clocktower, beckoning the other ghost to follow her.

This was extremely odd behavior for either of the Phantom Pair, so it certainly piqued the scientists' interests.

The Wisconsin Ghost seemed to grin rather creepily (to them at least) before quickly pursuing the other ghost & phasing through the door on the landing.

Unfortunately, the drone was unable to follow as it wasn't exactly built for breaking & entering.

They'd have to fix that.

---

The Fentons had given the Fenton Drone quite the upgrade.

The drone made after the pair once again as they ducked around corners, hid in shadows, & dodged every gaze but that of the drone's. All until they found their way back to the abandoned clocktower.

This time, when the ghosts entered, the drone hid in a crevice in the old building's architecture & a little door opened in it to let out a tiny fly.

It flew through a crack in the door.

The room was large & pretty clean, eclectically furnished, & very cozy.

Maddie: "It's cleaner than I was expecting."

Jack: "You think this is their lair, Mads?"

Maddie: "Possible. But why would the Phantom Girl let in someone who was apparently her enemy?"

Jack blinked, guiding the flybot through the room. It had an open area in the middle with a large & expensive-looking radio against a wall. (Probably stolen.)

Then, he saw something out of the corner of his eye that he didn't expect. "Because, I guess they're not enemies." He then guided the spyfly to look toward a cozy nook with a curtain separating the makeshift room from the rest of the building.

Maddie gasped at the sight just beyond the curtain. The Wisconsin Ghost sitting on what appeared to be a mattress full of pillows & blankets. In his lap sat the ghost girl who wore scandalous black & white lingerie as she stroked his cheek. His eyes were dazed & full of lust as he stared up into hers. The Ghost Girl then leaned forward & pulled her apparent beau into a passionate kiss as she rocked herself into him.

This, of course, went against everything the Fenton's thought they knew about ghosts. And everything else that they continued to witness between these 2 just kept doing so.

Maddie was flabbergasted as she watched the taller, blue ghost wrap his arms around the smaller, more feminine ghost & shower her with affection.

Despite their ingrained prejudices, this couldn't be fake or acting because what would be the point? There were no humans present. None that they knew of anyway.

Jack was understandably flabbergasted as his views on ghosts, though he insisted that they were based on science, had always actually been influenced by his hunter family's generations of anti-supernatural rhetoric.

Maddie, however, watched the ghostly coitus much like a wildlife investigator, already making several new hypotheses from this new information; intrigued as the more masculine ghost rutted up into his apparent mate gently, yet passionately.

Everything the Fentons knew of ghosts said that they should be, if not incapable of, then uninterested in copulating. It required too much investment in someone else for such self-serving, self-involved creatures. Yet here was evidence of otherwise.

The Fenton woman was beyond intrigued as this just further proved how different the Phantoms were from other ghosts. And apparently so was the Wisconsin Ghost for that matter!

Jack didn't like watching the recordings, as he felt like he was watching porn, but Maddie had a more clinical perspective. To her, it was like watching animals rut in the wild. But that just caused her to wonder what the point of it was. There had to be a reason behind it. Were these 2 just different?

What further reinforced Maddie's habits of seeing them as similar to animals was learning that the blue ghost had a knot.

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Maddie decided to leave the fly there, but to bring the actual drone back for charging. She'd do this repeatedly, recording the 2 ghosts' interactions whenever they showed, until she finally decided to rebuild the drone with a more efficient inner battery. One that could charge the ectoplasm inside via her own personal more advanced solar power design. That way she wouldn't have to keep calling it home so often.

---

She realized something very quickly. There was a lot of sex between the 2 supposed enemies when they were alone, but there was also an equal amount of talking & simply doing things together. It was almost like they were... dating...

They would read, talk, & it even seemed like the Wisconsin Ghost was trying to teach the other ghost how to dance.

Maddie nearly had a conniption when she'd found them playing chess together one day. Ghosts shouldn't have the higher thought processes needed to do that at the level they were &, for a while, even tried to convince herself that they were just mimicking what they'd seen humans do. But, the more she watched, the more she became convinced that this wasn't the case.

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Maddie realized that, despite how often the Phantom Twins fought the Wisconsin Ghost, he & the Ghost Girl seemed to interact very cordially even out in the field.

It made the woman wonder if the male Phantom even knew about his enemy & supposed sister's sexual interactions. If they were human, she'd say that it might be why the Ghost Boy was so territorial with the taller, more vampiric ghost.

Eventually, Maddie became curious about what they were saying to each other & installed a mic into the bug. It took her some time to get it small enough to fit though.

After that, the next time she observed them, she caught them in the middle of a very interesting conversation. So interesting, in fact, that she called her husband to come & listen.

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Plasmius: "You called us 'Gatekeepers' before. What exactly did you mean by that?"

The Phantom started, shocked by his question.

Phantom: "How do you not know about what you are? You've been a ghost so much longer than me & my brother have. We've only been around 4 years & you've been like this for 2 decades longer!"

A confirmation of death date! Now that was interesting & they could even use it to discover the ghost kids' & Wisconsin Ghost's human lives!

While ghosts are mere imitations of a human consciousness, it could give them insight into their behavior.

The blue specter just looked at her, seeming to be frankly embarrassed.

Plasmius: "Well, I mean..."

He flushed magenta & looked away.

Plasmius: "After... well... the accident made me this way, the portal that did it was decommissioned. I later got the rights to it, but when I turned it back on, it was too small for me to go through it. It was only big enough for a cat to pass through. It actually wasn't until after I heard that the Fentons had finished their portal that I was able to use parts of the old one to build a new one."

This caught the Fentons by surprise & they seethed at having their tech stolen by yet another ghost.

The ghost girl was incredulous.

Phantom: "Are you telling me that you didn't have to fight ghosts on a daily basis like we have!?"

Plasmius recoiled, sheepish.

Plasmius: "I, well... No... I didn't..."

Phantom: "How the hell did you get so strong, then??"

Plasmius: "Well, it isn't like I didn't train myself! Many of my powers were very useful!"

The ghost girl quirked a brow at him, unimpressed.

Phantom: "For corporate espionage?"

Plasmius: "Exactly, my dear! You always were the smart one between you & your brother."

Still unimpressed by him, the female Phantom began to explain.

Phantom: "We are something called Gatekeeper Ghosts. Of course, being 'Hereafterers,' that is to say, ghosts made up of the ectoplasm of the Infinite Realms, we can have multiple classifications, whereas the 'Earthbound' can only have 1."

Infinite Realms?

Phantom: "These classifications sort of work like genetics; ya know, race & ethnicity? They are one of the things that contributes to the sort of powers & abilities a ghost can have. In fact, part of what determines classification is our genetics from when we were alive. For instance, Ember is a Banshee with sirenic capabilities & Spectra is a Wraith."

The Fentons paused, not having considered that Earthly classifications still had any hold on ghosts once they manifested in the GZ.

Phantom: "Anyway, Gatekeepers are one of those classifications, but what primarily determines if you are a Gatekeeper is your mode of death. Specifically, you have to have either died or become a ghost via death by portal. Most specifically in our cases, a ghost portal."

Plasmius: "So, that means there are likely more of us!"

Phantom: "If you mean Gatekeeper Ghosts, then yes, but if you're talking about halfas, then no."

Maddie made a note of the word 'Halfa' as they'd never come across that before.

Phantom: "Halfas aren't a classification. They are more in-line with a species. We are in the same family as ghosts, but not truly ghosts ourselves."

This very much intrigued the doctors & they began to make rapid speculations about what this could mean & if this 'Halfa species' were what made the 2 Phantoms & the Wisconsin Ghost so different to every other ghost they'd encountered.

Plasmius: "Then, what exactly is a Gatekeeper?"

Phantom: "You know, Gatekeepers!"

Plasmius just continued to stare.

Phantom: "The spirits that guard the doorways to other planes of existence?"

The blue specter seemed to contemplate the description she gave before shaking his head.

Phantom: "Gatekeepers are... the ghosts of those who've been sacrificed to open a permanent portal to another plane of existence. Ghosts that are tied to the portal they died in order to open. While portals to places other than the Infinite Realms don’t require sacrifices, sometimes mistakes happen at the point of opening or the ones who open the door simply want a built-in bouncer. Also, you can't open a permanent portal to the Ghost Zone, or anywhere else in the Infinite Realms for that matter, without a sacrifice because of the nature of the destination. That's what we are; sacrifices. Depending on where the portal leads to, the spirit or ghost created will gain powers from that place. Say the portal goes to, like, the Faewyld."

Vlad & the Fentons all lit up at the mention of DnD. Briefly recounting fond memories of games past in college.

Phantom: "The ghost would have access to fae magic. 'We' are specifically the ghosts tied to portals to the Infinite Realms, so we're ectoplasmic in nature rather than simple spirits like most others. Because we guard doorways to the Infinite Realms, a.k.a. the Hereafter or the afterlife, our subcategory is Psychopomp."

This immediately put the Fentons off, as their portal had opened & it hadn't required one of these 'sacrifices' & just assumed that the girl was lying.

Plasmius: "That can't be true. If it was, then how was I able to open the portal in my lab? It hadn't required a sacrifice."

Phantom: "You said that you used parts from the portal that created you."

Plasmius went silent, eyes wide in realization.

Phantom: "So, it's likely because the portal that created you was turned off & you used pieces of it to build your new one. It's not, technically, a different portal. Rather, it's the same one that killed you, just housed in a different frame."

The other ghost was silent for a while, processing her words before clenching his fists in anger. He ground out his next words between gritted teeth.

Plasmius: "Damn him! It wasn't enough that he turned me into a freak! The nitwit sacrificed me!"

Phantom: "You know he didn't mean to-"

He snapped.

Plasmius: "Do I?! Because all I know is that he sent me to my death, didn't once bother to visit me in the hospital in all the years I was there, didn't even write until he sent me an invitation to his wedding to the woman I loved! Worse, when we finally met again years later, he acts like nothing happened! Like he didn't abandon me in my hour of need & not once has he ever really apologized! Not that I'd have forgiven him, but it would've been nice for him to at least acknowledge that he'd ruined my life! How do you excuse that!?"

Jack: "Wow, whoever he's talking about was a jerk! Glad I'm not him!"

Maddie: "Jack! Do you realize what he'd just said??"

The mountain of a man paused & looked at his beautiful bride in confusion.

Maddie: "He remembers his life!"

Jack processed this, then became shocked.

Jack: "But, that can't be true. Most of the GZ ghosts we come across have lost most of their memories from being alive. It's part of our thesis that they're just cheap knockoffs of people with only impressions of their past life & Obsessions to guide them. Like, sure, they can have brief flashes of the person they're mimicing, but those aren't real memories, just imprints of false emotions on their ectoplasmic signitures."

Maddie: "Then, how does he remember with such clarity being betrayed?"

Jack thought for a moment before shaking his head, suddenly nervous.

Jack: "I dunno, Mads. I really don't know."

Maddie suddenly got a slightly manic look in her eye.

Maddie: "Then we better find out!"

Phantom sighed heavily.

Phantom: "I'm not going to excuse what my dad did, but keep in mind that my mom didn't visit you either & don't even try to claim that he kept her from you. You know as well as I do that he couldn't hold her back if she'd really wanted to contact you in any way. No one could've. She's not the type to let herself be bullied."

The vampiric ghost seemed to recoil, angry for a moment before deflating in despair.

This only further intrigued the scientists at the realization that the Phantom could also seemingly remember her life. Specifically, her parents & what horrible people they were. Did this mean that these ghosts knew each other in life? So much to learn!!

Maddie: "Perhaps there's something to this 'Halfa' thing afterall!"

Phantom: "... my sister seems to think that they're both neurodivergent in ways that cause them to have object permanence problems."

She turned to look off into space & huffed sadly, seeming to be remembering something.

Phantom: "So... they'll hyperfocus on something, mostly their work, & just... forget about anything that isn't right in front of them..."

The other ghost seemed to contemplate that, then suddenly realized something, turning to look at his lover.

Plasmius: "Oh..."

Because he knew exactly what having a neglectful parent felt like himself.

Phantom: "Yeah... They were so excited about their newest invention working that they didn't even notice that their twin children had just died in it..."

The Fentons sobered for a moment, thinking what horrible parents she'd had. It was interesting to think that the Phantoms might be children of neglect, but Maddie figured that this could explain their attention-seeking attitudes & seeming need to be seen as heroes. While they were still little more than ectoplasmic scum & were putting people in danger with their very existences, Maddie could start to see the method behind the madness.

The Wisconsin Ghost's pointed ears drooped, something neither Fenton had ever seen him do before.

He turned away.

Plasmius: "I see... I didn't realize..."

Phantom: "It's fine. I'm fine. We've survived this long. Sort of..."

They just sat in somber, contemplative silence after that.

---

The Wisconsin Ghost's curiosity about their apparent ecto-biology didn't end there & the next time he & the girl Phantom got together at the abandoned clocktower, he asked her, rather embarrassedly, about why she hadn't been surprised by his knot.

Phantom: "Because it's just part of Ecto-Organic reproduction."

This got the Drs. Fenton's attention.

Plasmius: "Ecto-Organic? Please clarify, my dear."

Phantom: "Things living in the IR that were never part of the living realms to begin with. Like the Behemoth. He's an Ecto-Organism."

Plasmius: "But I was a human once. What does this have to do with me?"

Phantom: "I'm getting to that."

Phantom: "Though we died like Ecto-Forms, that is to say, ectoplasmic entities that were once alive & lived in the Living Realms, then died & formed in the IR. However, because the other half of our biologies is actually made of living, organic matter, our ghost halves follow that physicality & are therefore more complex than a large number of Ecto-Forms could ever hope to be. Yeah, an Ecto-Form can become as physically complex as us, but that takes upwards to millennia to happen. As such, because our ghost halves formed this way from the very start, we have physiologies more in common with Ecto-Sapiens (sentient & sapient Ecto-Organisms) than other Ecto-Formic Ghosts. Because of that, we share a similar reproductive cycle to the IR natives, but it also mixes with the reproductivity of our other halves. We'll actually have an easier time of it because Ecto-Sapiens can only reproduce at certain times & with certain people & our other halves make it so we're always fertile to a degree."

The reference to them as being hybrids got Maddie thinking that that might be what the ghost girl had referred to before as them being 'Halfas.' The question was 'what were their other halves?' She'd need to keep looking into it. Though, the idea that anything ectoplasmic in nature could create anything was utter codswallop. Ghosts couldn't make anything. They could only destroy.

Maddie briefly recalled her family being tormented by a poltergeist when she was little. It'd been just after her father'd died & they'd had to move north to escape the violence of the KKK with her mother & 4 sisters. That'd really been what'd started her on her path to ectology.

Vlad: "So, we wont have any problems then?"

Maddie snapped back to attention at the realization that the Wisconsin Ghost had just told her outright the reason as to their odd behavior. So, he wanted children & the girl had offered to give him some. While it was a ludicrous concept, there had to be some merit in it somewhere. Or the ghost girl was lying to him as it seemed that while the blue ghost had been dead longer, it'd also been indicated that he'd been isolated from his own kind for a long time while the Phantoms had more knowledge of their own 'ecto-biology.' As such, she could be taking advantage of him to meet her own ends.

Which was more what Maddie was leaning towards believing.

The Phantom Phemme then proceeded to explain the basics of A/B/O dynamics. Alphas, Betas, Omegas, how they interact with each other, scents & their importance to interactions between dynamics, nests, knots, &, specifically, Alpha ruts & Omega heats.

The Fentons listened in with rapt fascination as the Phantom girl explained these 'dynamics' to the supposed elder, who was also mesmerized.

The scientists had never even considered the idea that there could've been creatures in the Ghost Zone besides ghosts of the dead & they were very dubious of the things she was saying, having never seen evidence of it.

But, to think that there could be actual biological creatures in there that evolved just like humans, but used ectoplasm instead of matter & could reproduce like living beings was incredible &, at least, worth investigating.

However, even if she was lying, it would still bring them insight into the Ghost Girl's mental state & if nothing else, that was interesting data to look over.

Plasmius: "So... it's normal?

Phantom: "As normal as can be in our crazy situation."

The Wisconsin Ghost ran his hand over the mattress beneath him.

Plasmius: "And, this is?"

Phantom: "A nest."

Plasmius: "So, what does that make me?"

Phantom: "Depends on whether you go into heat or rut."

Plasmius: "How do I find out?"

Phantom: "Well, ruts only happen 1-2 times a year while heats happen every month."

It seemed to register in his head what he might be with that information & he appeared to puff up with pride.

Plasmius: "So, I'm an Alpha..."

The girl poked him in the side.

Phantom: "Hang on, don't get a big head. Alpha is just your biological dynamic. There is also an extra dynamic based on your personality. When combined together, they create a more complex web of dynamics. For instance, I may be an Omega, but I have the countenance of an Alpha. This makes me an OA."

Plasmius: "Then... what is my second dynamic?"

Phantom: "Honestly? It takes time to find out. Of course, it's also affected by your preferences. So, if you're naturally a sub at most times, then that's an indication that you might be an AO. A switch can mean AB, but that isn't all there is to it. The initial A just indicates your instincts & being sentient means that we can defy our instincts if we want to badly enough."

The other ghost seemed to huff.

Plasmius: "Then, I can guarantee that I'll be AA."

Phantom: "Oh, we'll see, Hotshot."

The Wisconsin Ghost startled, his cheeks growing pink at the nickname she gave him that wasn't some variation of what Jack would call him. It felt more personal.

He pressed a balled fist to his mouth & coughed to clear his throat.

Plasmius: "And... these cycles... make it easier to reproduce?"

Phantom: "Well, since I'm an Omega & you're an Alpha, then yeah. I'm more likely to get pregnant at these times. Why? Do you need help with your ruts?"

Plasmius: "I... well... I suppose it does get a bit overwhelming..."

Phantom: "Then, next time your cycle begins, call me."

---

(2 1/2 Months Later)

Dina stared, blank-faced, at the little rod in front of her. Positive... She turned to look at the other 4 she'd used. Positive, positive, positive, &... positive... All positive...

This was really happening. I mean, she knew it was part of the deal, but she hadn't expected it so soon! She was still on the pill for goodness sakes! She'd have to stop taking it now.

They'd only been having sex for 3 months upon her turning 18! She didn't even know how far along she was! Just that it was between 10 days & a month. She guessed that was what she got for helping him with his rut... He'd been so cute all needy & clinging to her, humping desperately against her hip too... Not to mention the broken condoms.

Well, Vlad would be delighted at least. But, she still had 7 months of high school left! This was SO messed up! She hid her face in her hands.

She couldn't tell Vlad. Not yet at least. She'd only JUST sent in her college applications. If she wanted to get into college & maintain her independence, she couldn't tell him until she was accepted & everything was paid for. She wasn't about to let him pay for her college.

---

As soon as she got the chance, Dina set up a prenatal appointment at an underground free clinic that was known for its confidentiality.

When there, she met Dr. Rhinehart.

They talked about Dina's medical history, but when asked about the other parent’s medical history the female halfa was unable to answer.

Dr. Rhinehart, noting the age listed on her patient's file, she then asked if it was a one-night stand or rape, to which Dina answered 'no' to both. Stating that she & the father have been sexually active together since she turned 18 & that while she'd been on the pill & he'd used condoms, they'd frequently broken & she was against using plan b on principle.

When Dr. Rhinehart asked if she wanted an abortion, she answered 'no' again. That she wanted the baby & so would the father once she told him.

Rhinehart then reminded her that it was 'her body, her choice' & that if the father was pressuring her, they could call the authorities. That the father's opinion shouldn't even be a factor because it wasn't his body that the fetus was using to survive.

Rhinehart: "We literally have the equipment to perform the procedure right now if you wanted to."

Then, proceeded to give all these statistics about how the fetus is just a clump of cells & won't develop the necessary nervous system to feel pain until the 20-22 week benchmark. As such, it wouldn't feel anything. It'd be like it never even existed. Blah blah-blah blah-blah.

Dina looked at her in both disbelief & insult, then reiterated her one-word statement.

Dina: "Uh, no. What I learned in biology class was that at the moment of conception, a genetic code is created that is unique to all others before & all those that'll come after. That it's a blueprint for building a person. That's hair, skin, & eye color, hair texture, personality, proclivity for mental illness, tall or short, estigmatism or 20/20 vision. It's all right there, right now inside of me in the process of being built at this very moment."

Dina: "And frankly ma'am, even if I didn't want the baby, I'd still keep them & raise them. I'm Pro-Life & believe that every life should get the chance to live it."

Dina: "The father didn't force me into anything, thank you very much & you're wrong. The father should absolutely get a say provided he didn't rape the mother. It was his seed that made it possible. It isn't like I just asexually reproduced or anything. Taking that away from him would be unfair. In the absence of the baby's own desires, the father's wants should be considered in unison with the mother's to act as a substitute."

Dina: "You can say all those things all you like, but I believe that as soon as they are conceived, your body isn't just your own anymore. It's also theirs. That they deserve just as many rights as we do."

Dina: "Not to mention, even disregarding religious belief as a factor, we are currently living in a town on the edge of life & death. Ghosts are real & we see them on an almost daily basis here. That means there's an afterlife & even if that doesn't 100% confirm the existence of souls in a way that scientists would accept, it lends credence to the idea."

Rhinehart: "But you're 18. This will make your life extremely difficult even with the father & your family involved. The world isn't kind to teen mothers."

Dina: "And I'll kick life in the teeth if it tries to mess with me or my baby. Regardless, I'm not about to send any child off to a possible eternity of misery before they even get the chance to live just because it isn't convenient for me. That'd be small-minded, irresponsible, & selfish of me. So, for the last time, 'no.'"

Dina then crossed her arms over her chest & stared pointedly at the woman in front of her.

Dina: "I respect your opinions as a professional & an individual, but I don't agree with them. Please, respect mine too & we can agree to disagree."

The doctor then conceded & never asked again.

The ghostly teen then proceeded to inform the doctor about her family's medical history, then they started on a complete check-up. Including a physical exam with blood & urine tests.

Before the blood test, Dina broke it to her that there might be some anomalies in her blood, explaining that she was a Fenton & had been exposed to ectoplasm since she was born.

The doctor made a note of that on her clipboard, then measured her height, weight, blood pressure, breathing, & pulse.

Next came a breast exam, a pelvic exam, a Pap test, & testing for sexually transmitted diseases. Though, Dina assured her there'd be none. The father was her first & he was very meticulous with himself.

They screened for diabetes, anemia, hepatitis B, & rubella.

Dr. Rhinehart talked with her about her diet & lifestyle. To which, Dina replied that she normally got a lot of exercise, but didn't go into too much detail into what kind beyond saying that she did gymnastics, danced a little as a hobby, & was a certified EMT & often helped out during ghost attacks, providing medical assistance & getting people to safety. As a result, she moved around a lot.

Dr. Rhinehart stated that the most important vitamin she could take was folic acid, which ideally, she should've started taking before she'd even gotten pregnant, but considering it wasn't planned, it wasn't likely that she had.

The doctor gave Dina advice about any changes she could make to have the healthiest pregnancy possible.

She then brought up that some types of medicines are dangerous to use during pregnancy.

Before the medical professional could begin to list them, the ghost girl then commented that that wouldn't be a problem as she didn't take anything to begin with besides vitamins.

---

(A Week Later; Winter Break)

Jazz was visiting back home for Christmas when she pieced together all the symptoms & confronted Dina, "Are you pregnant?"

Dina froze, but it just figured that it would be her sister who put it all together first.

When she didn't answer, Jazz freaked out. "Oh my God! You ARE!!"

Dina shushed her.

Jazz whispered, "Do Mom & Dad know?"

Dina whispered aggressively in return, "Of course not! You remember how they reacted when they learned you were dating Johnny that one time? Imagine how they'd react to this!"

Jazz: "Well, you can't hide it forever. You've got Mom's body type & her symptoms when she had you & Danny were very obvious. Not to mention how huge she got."

Dina: "We were twins. Of course, she got big!"

Jazz: "Twins are genetic."

That hadn't really hit her before, but her sister made a good point. She could have twins.

Jazz: "Do you know who the father is?"

So insulted by the insinuation that Dina didn't even really think about the consequences of her answer before replying. "Of course I know who the father is! I'm not like Paulina. I don't sleep around with every guy I see!"

Jazz: "Then, who is it?"

Dina: "I... can't tell you..."

Jazz: "He's not threatening you, is he? Blink twice if you're in danger."

Exasperated, Dina replied, "I'm not in danger! I just don't trust you to not tell our parents & inadvertently sic them on the poor guy. Not to mention Danny. God only knows how he'd react."

Jazz: "Is it someone they wouldn't approve of?"

Dina looked away.

Jazz's eyes widened. "Is it a delinquent? Or *gasp* an older man?!"

Dina glared at her sister, face red. "Jazz stop! I'm not telling you!"

"Not telling Jazz what?" Jack walked in with a big, curious grin on his face.

Dina stood up straight, "Nothing!" Then, just left.

---

(The Day Before Christmas)

Dina had warned them. She really did. She'd told them that she was tired of trying to squeeze out a decent holiday from Christmas while all they did was make she & her brother miserable.

So, she'd given them one last chance: Christmas, no arguing!

It only took til halfway through the second day before they were at it again.

So, Dina packed a suitcase & left for Polter Heights to spend the holiday with Vlad. She left a note saying that she was off to spend Christmas with a friend & she recommended that Danny do the same.

Of course, Vlad was surprised, but also delighted because his own Christmas had been horrible so far. Which was disappointing, because he used to love Christmas growing up. It'd been the one time a year when his father wasn't such a neglectful & condescending asshole & his mother actually enjoyed herself.

He welcomed Dina in, saying that he was just about to go out & catch dinner. So, he invited her to come along.

As they walked through the snow, Vlad hummed a carol to himself. However, he stopped when he noticed that it just seemed to sour the girl's already dour mood.

Vlad: "Did something happen?"

Dina growled.

Dina: "Something always happens! Every Christmas!"

She recounted her & her twin's many holiday misadventures throughout their life.

Vlad: "That's... I didn't expect Maddie to be so opposed to St. North."

Dina: "Wait, North? Are you telling me Santa is real??"

Vlad scoffed.

Vlad: "Of course he is! He's a Guardian of Childhood & the Spirit of Wonder. It's his duty to spread wonder through children's lives so they never forget all the things that make life special. Seems their fighting & Jack's attempts at catching him have managed to keep him from visiting your home. I admit, his tagline's a little corny, but well, that's just how Christmas is."

Dina: "So, you're telling me, he could've just let himself be captured just once so Mom would finally lay off & let us have a normal Christmas??"

Vlad: "Well. Not necessarily. Only children who believe in him, those with some sort of sensitivity to the spirits, & other spirits/ghosts can see him & his ilk."

Dina: "Of course..."

Vlad: "I'm sorry, котёнок. I wasn't intending to make things worse." (котёнок is pronounced 'ka-TYO-nak' & translates to 'kitten.')

Dina: "No, it's alright. I just..." *sigh* "Steamrolling past the bombshell that is learning that Santa Clause & possibly several other mythological & holiday icon is real! I've just never had a real Christmas like everyone else has. Like, I want to! I really do! And by all accounts, I should love Christmas! It's right up my alley with all the festivities & horribly obnoxious, but harmless clothes & giving gifts to those you love & morals about friendship & family & all around cheeriness. I mean, I should be all over that & I want to be! You're gonna tell me how you know Santa Clause later btw!"

He did not look forward to having to tell her that he only learned about him because he kept leaving coal in his stockings. Diana was his friend (with benefits), but they still messed with each other.

Dina: "But they just... I feel like my parents have spoiled what could've been something amazing with incredible, fond memories. Filling it up with their selfish bullshit!"

Dina: "Now, if I so much as hear a carol, I..."

Vlad: "Remember all the bad that you'd experienced with it."

Dina: "Yeah..."

The elder felt honestly terrible for her situation.

Vlad: "Why not pretend it isn't Christmas?"

Dubious, Dina furrowed her brow, glancing around at all the decorations.

Dina: "I'm not sure that'll work, Big Guy."

He hid his slightly redder cheeks behind his scarf & hoped she just figured it was the cold.

Vlad: "No, I'm serious. It's not Christmas. It's not even December anymore. They're just delayed on taking down decorations & everything's on sale. So, let's enjoy the after-Christmas sales!"

For her part, Dina's actually pretty touched. She blushes & joins him, trying to disassociate what she was doing from her previous Christmas experiences.

It took a bit, but Dina began to feel better & was better able to enjoy herself. They browsed shops, telling people that Vlad was her godfather (which he was &, I assure you, they are both aware of how screwed up that is). Talked with shopkeepers. Got dinner at one of Vlad's preferred restaurants in town. Bought a few things. Vlad mostly got baking supplies, which is how Dina learned that he loved to bake & it was a tradition he picked up from his mother to bake sweets from scratch for the holidays.

She became enthused, saying she liked to bake too. Vlad smiled at her.

Vlad: "Then, this will be our tradition too! I-if you want it to be, that is."

He was embarassed by his stutter, but Dina couldn't tell.

Dina smiled, touched that he was willing to share his tradition with her.

Dina: "Yeah, I... Thank you..."

At the end of the day, they go back to Vlad's & spend the night baking, making a mess, waging flour war on each other. For the first time since he'd live there, real laughter filled the halls & Vlad never wanted it to stop.

While they waited for the sweets to finish baking & cooling, they drank hot cocoa, munched on storebought Christmas cookies, & ripped on/criticized how cheesy & predictable Hallmark Christmas movies were.

---

When Christmas morning came, Dina nervously handed a clothing box to the father of her child. (Gosh, that was so strange to think about. She had to get on telling him about that.)

Vlad was surprised, but took it & upon opening it, he found a handknit green & gold Packers scarf folded on top of a long, brown, furr-lined winter coat with his monogram on both. The one on the coat was beneath the lapel. He could tell that they had been painstakingly handmade with love & care & the quality, while not Gucci, was very high.

Vlad just stared at them for a moment, face growing slowly more red before looking back up to the teen.

Vlad: "Did you... make these for me?"

She seemed bashful, smiling at him sweetly.

Dina: "Well... yeah. I did..."

Vlad blinked tears away rapidly, his heart warm with gratitude & thankfulness.

Vlad: "I... don't know what to say... Just, thank you."

He put them both on & found them to be a perfect fit. They were comfortable & if he knew anything about his Darling, the coat would be practical too.

Searching, he found several pockets both on the outside & inside with zippers to store things. Even a buttonable pouch to comfortably tuck a drink thermos so he doesn't have to carry it by hand. The thing was a wearable suitcase without looking frumpy or bulky & it was just so quirky, yet stylish in exactly the way he'd expect from his Diana & he loved it.

When it was time for Vlad to give a gift, he seemed embarrassed.

Vlad: "I tried to find something nice that I thought you'd like, but I know you're not expressly materialistic, so it was difficult to choose."

He pulled out a red box that fit into his hand, then sputtered at seeing her expression & realized what it must've looked like.

Vlad: "It isn't what you think it is. I actually found a small family-owned jewelers. I was surprised by the quality of their work, especially when considering their prices, & asked them if they could make something for my... girlfriend."

They both went silent for a moment & looked away awkwardly.

Vlad: "Well... here..."

He placed the box in Dina's hand & when she opened it, she found a pair of platinum backed, iris earrings with amethyst petals & pink tourmaline centers. They perfectly matched her grandma's locket.

Dina: "Oh, Vlad..."

She had tears in her eyes.

The millionaire seemed awkward, fiddling with the hem of his new coat nervously in a way that he wouldn't around anyone else but perhaps his mother.

Vlad: "They were actually very cheap considering the quality of the work. So, I didn't spend too much & I know you like to support local businesses & I... Dina, please say something."

Dina: "Oh, Vlad. I love them so much. You put so much thought into this. Thank you."

She began to put them in her ears.

Vlad flushed brighter, smiling at how she looked in them & how much happier she seemed now.

Vlad: "Merry Christmas?"

Dina: "Merry Christmas! <3"

She then leaned forward & gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

He tinted red. It was only the second time she'd ever kissed him outside of sex. Something about this time felt different though.

Touching his lip, he decided that... he liked it.

---

These were Dina's first fond Christmas memories & she would cherish them forever.

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🎙 Les Heures Supp' #6 - Charlot le muet 🎙

Et vous ? Vous avez déjà entendu Charlot parler ?

Références citées & sources :

☞ Sur l'art de Chaplin :

1921 - How Charlie Chaplin invented the dramedy : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w8oxQWYnNqc

Chaplin today - the great dictator documentary with costa-gavras : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sq2SdsfZ7cY

Documentaire de 1964 - émission Sept Jours du Monde : https://www.ina.fr/video/CAF93021823/charlie-chaplin-video.html

Marcel Marceau à propos de Charlie Chaplin : https://www.ina.fr/video/CPD07009084/interview-marcel-marceau-a-propos-de-charlie-chaplin-video.html

Charles Ford à propos du Dictateur : https://www.ina.fr/video/I15254612/charles-ford-historien-du-cinema-a-propos-du-dictateur-video.html

Le procès de Charlie Chaplin : https://www.critikat.com/panorama/analyse/le-proces-de-charlie-chaplin/

Charlie Chaplin crée Charlot : https://www.universalis.fr/encyclopedie/charlie-chaplin-cree-charlot/

☞ Sur Chaplin, l'homme :

Histoire de ma vie de Charles Chaplin : https://www.amazon.fr/dp/2221098196?tag=shopping-fr-amazon-suggestedresults-1-21&linkCode=osi&th=1&psc=1

Charlie Chaplin - The life of an artist : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_HwLzqo17Q

Chaplin BBC Interview 1954 : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HU6mRozUfsU

Chaplin présente Les Feux de la Rampe à Paris : https://www.ina.fr/audio/PHD86050398/

15 things you didn't know about charlie chaplin : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JG0Qwx0ruQs

Quand les relations de Charlie Chaplin avec de (très) jeunes femmes secouaient Hollywood : https://www.lesinrocks.com/cinema/quand-les-relations-de-charlie-chaplin-avec-de-tres-jeunes-femmes-secouaient-hollywood-173508-17-07-2020

📝 TRANSCRIPTION

En 1972, l'Académie des Oscars remet à un homme de 83 ans un Oscar d'honneur, rendant hommage à, je cite, "l'effet incalculable qu'il a eu en faisant des films de cinéma la forme d'art de ce siècle". L'homme qui vient recevoir ce prix est accueilli par une ovation qui dure douze minutes, la plus longue de toute l'histoire des cérémonies des Oscars. Cet homme remettait les pieds aux Etats-Unis pour la première fois depuis vingt ans, alors même qu'il y avait passé la plus grande partie de sa vie; et qu'il y avait connu la gloire, devenant la première star internationale de cinéma à seulement 25 ans. Cet homme, c'est Charlie Chaplin. Et dans les mots d’introduction de la remise de ce prix, on citera quelques lignes du célèbre discours final prononcé par Chaplin dans son film Le Dictateur, de 1940 : “We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost…”. Ce discours, véritable déclaration humaniste au beau milieu de la Seconde Guerre mondiale, restera légendaire, d’autant plus que son importance est double. Le revirement socialiste du personnage de Chaplin dans le film est en réalité une expression de ses convictions réelles, et ce socialisme sera d’ailleurs pris pour du communisme plus tard : il en fuira le pays pendant deux décennies… Mais, également, c’est dans Le Dictateur que le grand public entendra Charlie Chaplin, la première grande idole du cinéma et superstar depuis plus de vingt ans, parler pour la première fois… Car oui, il se trouve que son personnage phare, Charlot, n’a jamais prononcé un seul mot. Enfin, intelligible, en tout cas. Mais… Pourquoi, en fait ?

Petite annonce, avant de rentrer dans le vif du sujet : je ne parlerai pas de la vie personnelle de Chaplin. Je l'évoquerai de temps en temps, parce qu'évidemment, comme tous les artistes de cette terre, Chaplin s'est inspiré de sa propre vie pour créer. Mais ce n’est pas dans ce podcast que je reviendrai sur l’homme qu’il était. Si toutefois vous aviez envie d’en apprendre plus sur lui, au delà de ses oeuvres, le film Chaplin, réalisé par Richard Attenborough en 1992, retrace sa vie entière et est plutôt pas mal, je trouve. Surtout que c'est Robert Downey Jr. qui joue le rôle de Chaplin. Et je vous ai également joint en description un article des Inrocks qui traite de tout un aspect de lui qu’on connaît peu, c’est à dire sa vie amoureuse et ses goûts particuliers en terme de partenaires - je pense que je n’exagère pas en disant qu’il aurait certainement des dossiers #MeToo aux fesses s’il nous était contemporain. Vous comprendrez probablement que je n’aie pas eu envie de me pencher plus que cela sur ce sujet parce que ça n’a rien à voir avec mon propos, mais ça me semblait très hypocrite de parler de cet homme sans même mentionner cet aspect-là de lui : ça n’est pas un saint, loin de là, et les paillettes du statut de légende cachent un peu trop souvent de choses à mon goût. Fin du disclaimer !

Premier volet; Le vagabond

On le sait, Charlie Chaplin est une grande figure de l’ère du cinéma muet; mais il est loin d'en être le seul représentant. Parmi les plus connus, on peut citer les américains Louise Brooks, Mary Pickford, Douglas Fairbanks, Gloria Swanson ou en France Musidora; et dans le même ordre d’idées que Chaplin, on a aussi le Français Max Linder (qui l’a grandement inspiré, d’ailleurs), le duo Laurel & Hardy, ou Buster Keaton. Mais il y avait quelque chose chez Charlie Chaplin, un petit truc en plus, qui lui a permis de devenir la première véritable idole de cinéma. Son succès était colossal : en 1918, donc seulement quatre ans après ses débuts au cinéma, il était l'une des personnalités les plus connues au monde.

Pourtant, tous les noms que j'ai cités juste avant étaient très connus et admirés aussi. Douglas Fairbanks et Mary Pickford ont été les tout premiers à avoir des étoiles sur le célèbre Hollywood walk of fame, la coiffure caractéristique de Louise Brooks est légendaire, Laurel & Hardy ou Buster Keaton sont encore aujourd’hui des références incontournables du comique. Mais, la première personnalité qui nous vient en tête quand on parle de cinéma muet, c’est généralement Chaplin. Alors qu’il n’a pas fait que des films muets : ses derniers longs-métrages étaient tous parlants. La seule différence qu’ils ont avec les premières oeuvres du cinéaste, c’est que son personnage phare, Charlot, n’y est pas présent. Je vous l’ai dit : Charlot ne parle pas.

Doté d'un très grand talent pour la comédie, Chaplin crée son personnage du vagabond, the tramp en anglais ou Charlot en France, dès son deuxième film : Kid Auto Races at Venice (ou Charlot est content de lui en français); sorti le 7 février 1914. Et vous verrez que les meilleures idées viennent parfois du hasard : Chaplin n'aimait pas le costume qu'il portait dans le tout premier film dans lequel il jouait. Alors, pour ce second tournage, il va piocher çà et là des pièces de ses collègues comédiens dans les vestiaires, des habits volontairement dépareillés, en style comme en taille, et se fabrique, pour la première fois, son attirail de Charlot. Il parfait la tenue avec un chapeau melon et une canne, ajoutant une note de noblesse, d'aristocratie, à ce personnage qui sera toujours un petit voulant devenir grand; et qui, malgré la misère, voudra toujours garder un semblant d'élégance. C'est avec le costume que naît le personnage, et il gagne immédiatement le coeur du public. Mais quelle a été la recette magique de ce succès ?

Recontextualisons un peu la chose. Chaplin a commencé à travailler dans l'industrie du cinéma à un moment où les films avaient un peu moins de subtilité dans leurs histoires que ce qu'ils ont pu avoir par la suite. Je m'explique. C'étaient les tout débuts de cet art, et à l'époque les histoires racontées restaient assez simples : après tout, nous n’en étions qu’aux balbutiements du cinéma qui était principalement vu comme du divertissement, du spectacle; et il fallait provoquer des émotions fortes, comme le rire, les pleurs ou encore l'émerveillement face à des choses grandioses ou monumentales. Par exemple, en 1915 Griffith sortait son monumental Naissance d'une Nation, un drame épique de trois heures portant sur la Guerre de Sécession et la reconstruction du pays suite à cette guerre. Un truc assez mastoc, quoi, et question grandiose, on était servis. Et à côté d’œuvres de cette envergure, ce qui marchait aussi assez bien étaient des courts-métrages plutôt humoristiques ou dramatiques aux histoires simples.

C'est là que Chaplin fait mouche avec son personnage de Charlot. C’est, évidemment, un personnage comique : le contraste entre ses manières d'homme de société et ses vêtements dépareillés est déjà à lui seul un facteur de rire. Ajoutez à cela beaucoup de maladresse et de naïveté, et vous êtes sûrs de déclencher l’hilarité de la salle. Mais Chaplin va plus loin avec ce personnage : c’est un vagabond, un homme qui vit dans la misère et qui reconnaît les autres miséreux. Mieux encore, il possède un optimisme et une vivacité qui le rendent très attachant aux yeux du spectateur. Il se moque de l'autorité, il aide son prochain, il est désespérément romantique, parfois presque candide. Et surtout, il parle aux classes les moins aisées, c’est un démuni qui fait partie des petites gens... Petites gens qui représentent la majorité des habitants des États-Unis. De ce fait, il parle à beaucoup de gens.

Deuxième volet; Un savant mélange des genres.

Quelle est la recette magique d’un bon film ? Qu’est-ce qui va faire que Chaplin sonne toujours juste dans ses films ?

Un détail qui a toute son importance : Chaplin, pour un bon nombre de ses longs-métrages, en a été : le producteur, le scénariste, le réalisateur, l'acteur principal, mais également le compositeur. Donc, quand on regarde du Chaplin, on peut être sûrs que tout ce que l’on voit et entend sort de son esprit à lui.

Donc Chaplin comprend très vite qu'un bon personnage, mais aussi une bonne histoire, disposent de plusieurs couches, qui peuvent s'entremêler les unes aux autres sans se faire d'ombre. Alors, oui, tout le monde connaît le côté burlesque de Chaplin, dans des situations appelées des "slapsticks", c'est à dire des scènes où la violence est volontairement exagérée afin de créer le rire; ou dans des quiproquos incroyables : Charlot qui se retrouve coincé dans les rouages d'une machine, Charlot qui fait du patin à roulettes au bord d'un gouffre, ou encore Charlot qui se bat contre pratiquement tous les policiers qu'il croise...

Mais il ne faut pas oublier que l'histoire dans laquelle s'inscrivent tous ces gags est assez dramatique, voire franchement déprimante. A titre d'exemple, parmi ses oeuvres les plus connues on peut citer Le Kid de 1921, où Charlot découvre un bébé abandonné et décide de l'adopter; mais étant très pauvre, il a du mal à joindre les deux bouts et quand le petit grandit, ils font des arnaques aux gens du coin pour pouvoir se payer à manger. Un jour, le gamin tombe malade et on le lui enlève pour le mettre dans un orphelinat et Charlot en souffre terriblement. Dans Les Lumières de la ville en 1931, Charlot rencontre et tombe amoureux d'une fleuriste pauvre et aveugle, mais cette dernière le croit riche, donc il va faire son possible pour gagner assez d’argent mais c'est un peu la galère. Il va tout faire pour qu’elle puisse guérir, même si cela veut dire renoncer à elle lorsqu’elle découvrira qu’il est en réalité un vagabond… Dans Les Temps modernes en 1936, Charlot devient fou à cause du travail à la chaîne qu'il fait dans une usine. Cette usine ferme, les employés au chômage manifestent, un mec se fait tuer. Oups, c'était le père d'une fille qui avait déjà perdu sa mère et qui vivait dans la misère et qui de ce fait n'a plus d'endroit où aller.

Alors, heureusement, tout se termine assez bien à chaque fois, avec une jolie note d'espoir, mais grosso modo on est quand même sur des trucs assez déprimants. Mais pourtant, tout le monde va considérer ces films comme des comédies, et c'est grâce aux personnages, qui bien souvent, malgré leur misère, vont créer des situations burlesques qui feront rire et c'est ce qu'on retiendra du film après-coup. Puis aussi, leur situation terrible permet de s'attacher à eux, de prendre leur parti, et de vouloir les voir se sortir de leurs situations désespérées.

Et le mélange des genres permet de ne pas créer quelque chose de trop lourd à regarder pour le spectateur. On va parler de la misère en Amérique mais sans trop appuyer sur le caractère dramatique de la chose, et on va plutôt essayer de faire rire avec les situations que cette misère peut provoquer.

Troisième volet; parler pour tout dire

Chaplin a commencé à faire ses films au milieu des années 10. À cette époque, comme je l'ai dit, le son n'existe pas encore au cinéma, on n'entend jamais les acteurs et les actrices parler. Mais, en 1927, un film qui s'appelle Le Chanteur de Jazz sort en salles et grâce à sa synchronisation du son et de l’image, marque le début de l'ère du sonore. Ou la fin du cinéma muet.

(extrait du Chanteur de Jazz)

Je ne vais pas trop développer dans cet épisode sur la transition du muet au sonore, je pense que ça appelle un épisode entier à ce sujet et je le ferai peut-être un jour; mais en attendant si vous avez envie de voir un peu ce qui a pu se passer à cette époque et ce que ce bouleversement a représenté pour l'industrie du cinéma, vous pouvez regarder des films qui en parlent : parmi les plus connus, parce qu'il y en a beaucoup, il y a Chantons sous la pluie, la merveilleuse comédie musicale de Stanley Donen et Gene Kelly de 1952; le film noir Boulevard du Crépuscule de Billy Wilder en 1950 qui est soit dit en passant un film incroyable et un de mes préférés de la terre, et qui d’ailleurs met en scène la fameuse gloria swanson dont je parlais un peu plus tôt et qui est époustouflante dans ce film; ou plus récemment en 2011 il y a eu The Artist de Michel Hazanavicius; ou même Babylon de Damien Chazelle.

Donc, Chaplin, en 1927, est à l'apogée de sa carrière. Pour rester dans le coup, on lui fait comprendre qu'il faut qu'il passe au parlant également. Sauf que pour Chaplin, c'est impensable que son personnage de Charlot parle. Et c'est vrai que c'est un personnage qui communique principalement à travers son corps et ça serait vraiment très étrange de l'entendre tout à coup parler. Et en plus de ça, Chaplin est anglais et a un très très fort accent anglais. Or, Charlot est supposé être un américain. Donc… il ne peut pas le faire parler.

Mais les années passent et le parlant est devenu la norme. Après plusieurs films muets sortis après 1927, (donc : date de création des films parlants qui sont très rapidement devenus la norme), Chaplin ne peut plus se permettre de repousser ce passage qui, accouplé à d'autres évènements dans sa vie personnelle, font baisser sa côte de popularité. Alors il trouve un moyen détourné d'intégrer le son à son premier film parlant, tout en gardant certains codes du muet mais surtout… en ne faisant pas vraiment parler son Charlot.

Les Temps Modernes sort en 1936, et fait du son un détail très réfléchi du film. Ce dernier dénonce la misère créée par la deuxième vague d'industrialisation des États-Unis, qui a été très brutale. il y a eu la création du travail à la chaîne, la popularisation des voitures à moteur, l’arrivée du métro, bref, il faut toujours produire plus, plus vite, pour gagner plus, plus vite. D'ailleurs les deux premières images du film comparent les gens qui sortent du métro par dizaines à… un troupeau de moutons.

(extrait des Temps Modernes)

Bref, c’est une critique très acerbe de la modernisation du pays et ce qu'elle crée c'est-à-dire l'enrichissement des plus riches et l’appauvrissement des plus pauvres; et pendant une grosse partie du film le son - c’est à dire principalement la parole, n'est présent que lorsqu'on va montrer la modernité. Donc, dans l'usine on va entendre le patron parler. Dans la prison, on va entendre un animateur de radio. C'est un peu un pied de nez de la part de Chaplin qui, en fait, montre ce qu'il pense de cette innovation, il associe le son à des images ou des situations volontairement négatives. Et la toute dernière farce de Chaplin, dans ce film, ça sera qu'on entend effectivement la voix de son Charlot. Mais il ne parle toujours pas, il fait du "grommelot", qui est un style de langage utilisé dans le théâtre satirique où on dit des mots, des onomatopées, mais où le tout ne veut absolument rien dire. Ainsi, dans ce qui sera plus tard appelée The Nonsense Song (La Chanson sans sens), Charlot chante dans un mix incompréhensible d'italien et de français.

(extrait de The Nonsense Song)

En fait, le véritable passage au son que Chaplin effectue dans ses films se fait sans son personnage culte, ce sont d'autres histoires, d’autres héros. Le film qui suit Les Temps Modernes est lui aussi un monument du cinéma, très connu pour son monologue de fin dont je parlais d’ailleurs au début de l’épisode, c’est Le Dictateur, qui sort en 1940. Mettant en scène une caricature d'Hitler, le film se termine avec un message très clair sur les positions de Chaplin concernant le nazisme et la dictature de manière générale. Et, un peu le capitalisme, aussi, par la même occasion. Même si, comme on l’a vu, Chaplin a toujours véhiculé des valeurs de solidarité, d’empathie, d’entraide, qu’il a toujours voulu donner de l’humanité à des personnages qui dans la vraie vie sont considérés comme des parias ou des laissés pour compte; c’est la première fois dans Le Dictateur que sa prise de position est si forte; parce qu’elle passe par le langage, et parce que c’est un très gros pied de nez au troisième reich alors qu’on est en pleine guerre. Malheureusement, ce qui est maintenant considéré comme du socialisme pur et simple, passera mal aux Etats-Unis qui quelques années après est en pleine chasse au communisme et Chaplin sera, comme beaucoup d’autres artistes d’ailleurs, forcé de fuir le territoire en 1952 pour ne pas se retrouver emprisonné pour ses idées. Et ce n’est qu’en 1972 qu’il reviendra dans son pays d’adoption pour accepter un oscar d’honneur, le monde du cinéma redorant ainsi publiquement son Charlot, l’un des plus grands personnages de fiction de l’histoire. Même s’il ne prononça jamais une seule phrase compréhensible.

Je ne peux évidemment pas terminer cet épisode sans vous partager le discours (presque) complet du Dictateur, qui est intemporel et résonne tout particulièrement en ce moment. C’est dans ce genre de périodes où les êtres humains s’entre-tuent et oublient leur humanité que cette petite piqûre de rappel peut parfois faire du bien.

"Je suis désolé, mais je ne veux pas être empereur, ça n'est pas mon affaire. Je ne veux conquérir, ni diriger personne. Je voudrais aider tout le monde, dans la mesure du possible. Juifs, chrétiens, païens, blancs et noirs. Nous voudrions tous nous aider si nous le pouvions, les êtres humains sont ainsi faits. Nous voulons donner le bonheur à notre prochain, pas lui donner le malheur. Nous ne voulons pas haïr ni humilier personne. Dans ce monde, chacun de nous a sa place et notre Terre est bien assez riche. Elle peut nourrir tous les êtres humains. Nous pouvons tous avoir une vie belle et libre. Mais nous l'avons oublié. L'envie a empoisonné l'esprit des hommes, a barricadé le monde avec la haine, nous a fait sombrer dans la misère et les effusions de sang. Nous avons développé la vitesse pour nous enfermer en nous-mêmes. Les machines qui nous apportent l'abondance nous laissent dans l'insatisfaction. Notre savoir nous a fait devenir cyniques, nous sommes inhumains à force d'intelligence. Nous ne ressentons pas assez et nous pensons beaucoup trop. Nous sommes trop mécanisés et nous manquons d'humanité. Nous sommes trop cultivés et nous manquons de tendresse et de gentillesse. Sans ces qualités humaines la vie n'est plus que violence et tout est perdu. Les avions, la radio nous ont rapproché les uns des autres. Ces inventions ne trouveront leur vrai sens que dans la bonté de l'être humain. Que dans la fraternité, l'amitié et l'unité de tous les Hommes. En ce moment même, ma voix atteint des millions de gens à travers le monde. Des millions d'hommes, de femmes et d'enfants désespérés, victimes d'un système qui torture les faibles et emprisonne les innocents. Je dis à tous ceux qui m'entendent : ne désespérez pas ! Le malheur qui est sur nous n'est que le produit éphémère de l'avidité, de l'amertume de ceux qui ont peur des progrès qu'accomplit l'humanité. Mais la haine finira par disparaître, et les dictateurs mourront. Et le pouvoir qu'ils avaient pris au peuple, va retourner au peuple. Et tant que les hommes mourront, la liberté ne pourra pas périr. Soldats, ne vous donnez pas à ces brutes, à une minorité qui vous méprise et fait de vous des esclaves, en régiment toute votre vie, et qui vous disent ce qu'il faut faire et ce qu'il faut penser, qui vous dirigent, vous manoeuvrent, se servent de vous comme chair à canon, et qui vous traitent comme du bétail ! Ne donnez pas votre vie à ces êtres inhumains ! Ces hommes-machines, avec une machine à la place de la tête et une machine dans le coeur ! Vous n'êtes pas des machines ! Vous n'êtes pas des esclaves, vous êtes des hommes ! Des hommes avec tout l'amour du monde dans le coeur. Vous n'avez pas de haine, sinon pour ce qui est inhumain, ce qui n'est pas fait d'amour. Soldats, nous vous battez pas pour l'esclavage, mais pour la liberté ! Il est écrit dans l'évangile selon Saint Luc : "Le royaume de Dieu est dans l'être humain, pas dans un seul humain ni dans un groupe d'humains; mais dans tous les humains." En vous ! Vous le peuple qui avez le pouvoir, le pouvoir de créer les machines, le pouvoir de créer le bonheur, vous le peuple en avez le pouvoir ! Le pouvoir de rendre la vie belle et libre, le pouvoir de faire de cette vie une merveilleuse aventure. Alors, au nom même de la démocratie, utilisons ce pouvoir ! Il faut tous nous unir ! Il faut nous battre pour un monde nouveau. Il faut nous battre pour libérer le monde, pour renverser les frontières et les barrières raciales; pour en finir avec l'avidité, avec la haine et l'intolérance ! Il faut nous battre pour construire un monde de raison, un monde où la science et le progrès mèneront tous les hommes vers le bonheur. Soldats, au nom de la démocratie, unissons-nous tous !"

Vous trouverez toutes les références citées en description, ainsi que toutes les sources consultées pour écrire cet épisode, qui, j’espère, vous a plu. Je sais, c’est sorti plus tard que prévu, mais il trouve que la vie est pas mal remplie en ce moment et j’ai pas encore trouvé le parfait équilibre; mais ça s’en vient ! Pour me filer un coup de pouce et aider la FDS à se faire connaître; n’hésitez pas à mettre des petites étoiles d’appréciation sur votre application d’écoute, à vous abonner pour ne pas manquer les nouveaux épisodes dès leur sortie; et vous pouvez aussi m’écrire un petit mot sur instagram, @fds.podcast, sur spotify dans la section “questions-réponses” ou encore dans les commentaires sur Apple Podcasts.

Je suis Alix Desoomer, à la production et réalisation de ce podcast; et on se donne rendez-vous très vite pour un nouvel épisode.

A bientôt !

#podcast #cinema #movies #charlie chaplin #the tramp #charlot #la feuille de service #fds podcast #french podcast

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claytonecarpe · 2 years

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🥁 TADAM ! (Ça c’est mon cœur qui tambourine d’excitation dans ma cage thoracique) 🌊 Sortie officielle de SEA, SURF & LOVE ❤️‍🔥 ... aujourd'hui ! 🏄‍♀️ Aloha ! Vous l’aurez compris, ma romance contemporaine estivale sort aujourd’hui. www.amazon.fr/dp/B0B4W9PP99 Les thèmes principaux sont l’amour des vagues, la passion incontrôlable entre deux êtres qui ne se comprennent pas et l’indescriptible amitié qui peut exister entre un homme et son chien. 🐶 QUATRIÈME DE COUVERTURE de SEA, SURF & LOVE : Après avoir sombré dans une spirale autodestructrice, Jack plaque une brillante carrière d’avocat à Los Angeles pour vivre une vie tranquille dans sa ville natale. Il ouvre une boutique de sport nautique et donne des cours de surf. Sa vie est paisible avec son chien Daegan qui le suit partout. Mais lorsque ce dernier montre des signes de faiblesse, Jack appelle en urgence la clinique vétérinaire dirigée par une jeune thérapeute au caractère bien trempé. Ses lunettes oversize, son blazer aux manches remontées jusqu’aux coudes et sa queue de cheval faite à la va-vite n’arrivent pas à dissimuler à Jack la femme qui se cache derrière et qui l’attire d’une manière irrationnelle. Katalina est bien décidée à recommencer sa vie à Santa Cruz, loin de son ex-mari et de ses tromperies. Ouvrir un cabinet vétérinaire, lorsque l’on n’a plus un sou en poche, n’est pas chose aisée, mais Kat est une femme déterminée. Seuls la solitude et le manque d’affection sont susceptibles de lui faire faire les mauvais choix, comme se retrouver dans les bras du mauvais mec. Quant à beau-gosse-mal-léché, ce surfeur aussi bourru que sexy, il est irrécupérable. Un vrai connard ! N’hésitez pas à plonger au cœur de la vague et à profiter des plages californiennes en compagnie de Jack et Kat. 🏖www.amazon.fr/dp/B0B4W9PP99 Belle journée, les amis.

#livre #sortie #romance

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Histoire inspirante : Les tomates Un enseignant a demandé à ses élèves d'apporter des tomates dans un sac en plastique à l'école. Chaque tomate devait recevoir le nom d'une personne que cet enfant déteste. Donc, le nombre de tomates serait égal au nombre de personnes que chaque élève déteste. Le jour venu, tous les enfants ont bien apporté leurs tomates. Certains en avaient deux, certains en avaient trois, d'autres en avaient cinq et d'autres encore en avaient même 20 en fonction du nombre de personnes qu'ils détestaient. Le professeur leur a alors dit qu'ils devaient porter les tomates avec eux partout où ils iront, durant deux semaines. Comme les jours passaient, les enfants ont commencé à se plaindre du pourrissement et de l'odeur des tomates. Les enfants qui avaient beaucoup de tomates se plaignaient que c'était très lourd à transporter et que l'odeur les importunait. Après une semaine, l'enseignant a demandé aux élèves: « Comment avez-vous vécu cette semaine? » Les enfants se plaignaient de l'odeur horrible et du poids lourd des tomates, en particulier ceux qui portaient beaucoup de tomates. Alors le professeur déclare : « C'est très semblable à ce que vous portez dans votre cœur lorsque vous n'aimez pas certaines personnes. La haine rend le cœur malsain et vous portez cette haine partout. Si vous ne pouvez pas supporter l'odeur des tomates gâtées pendant une semaine, imaginez l'impact de l'amertume sur votre cœur pendant que vous le portez tous les jours. » Le cœur reste beau et propre quand on y dépose de bonnes choses et nécessite un nettoyage régulier des sentiments indésirables. Pardonnez à ceux qui vous ont énervé. Cela fait place à l'entreposage de bonnes attitudes. « Supportez- vous les uns les autres, si l'un a sujet de se plaindre de l'autre, pardonnez-vous réciproquement. De même que Christ vous a pardonné, pardonnez- vous aussi. » Colossiens 3: 13 « Si je n'ai pas l'amour, je ne suis rien. » 1 Corinthiens 13 : 2 Site internet : https://iletaitunefoi777.wixsite.com/2chrysalideapapillon Journal de prière : https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B09NRG2BKM Journal de méditation : https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B0B14GSF1W https://www.instagram.com/p/CfOQj3VM52C/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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vespertineflora · 4 years

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3zun Combo Fics

XiYao

we're alone in the dark E, During Canon, Classroom Sex, 4.6k It's the first time Jin Guangyao has had the chance to use the jade token Lan Xichen had given him for free passage in and out of the Cloud Recesses, and it's during this first late evening visit that Jin Guangyao discovers that Lan Xichen has been having fantasies about him for far longer than he ever could have guessed--and that Lan Xichen is very eager to act on one such fantasy.

your love is all i can think about E, During Canon/AU, Love Letters/Sneaking Around, 10.4k After Lan Xichen finally goes all the way with Jin Guangyao in the aftermath of the Sunshot Campaign, responsibility forces the two apart for far longer than either of them care for. When they finally get to see each other again after three long months, having to sit through hours of a discussion conference when the love of his life is just across the room is more than the poor, sexually pent up Lan Xichen can bear, especially as Jin Guangyao seems to realize he likes the effect he's having on him.

in your warmth i forget how cold it can be E, During Canon, Cold Weather Coziness, 3.3k After a long day of traveling in unexpectedly heavy snowfall, Jin Guangyao arrives in the Cloud Recesses and needs Lan Xichen to warm him up.

rest with me a while E, During Canon, Fluff/Smut, 3.8k The day of the Phoenix Mountain Hunt is a stressful one for Jin Guangyao; Lan Xichen can see how tense he is from just a glance. His offer to help Jin Guangyao with his preparations has been turned down more than once, so Lan Xichen isn't sure what he can possibly do to help him... until he realizes there might be one way he might be able to add a bright spot to Jin Guangyao's day. no angels could beckon me back M, During Canon, Post-Coital Cuddling/Confessions, 1.6k What he had with Lan Xichen should have been enough; Jin Guangyao hadn't intended to confess his feelings, and he certainly hadn't meant for them to be confessed like this.

bare your heart to me E, During Canon, Smut and Hurt/Comfort, 9.5k It's impossible for Lan Xichen to say when he first takes notice of it, but a strange exchange one night makes him realize something rather concerning: he hasn't seen Jin Guangyao's naked body in nearly a year. The realization leads to Lan Xichen chasing after the answer to this mystery, ultimately uncovering a painful truth about the daily horrors of Jin Guangyao's life in Carp Tower.

Daylight Can Be So Violent (series) (in progress, but all pieces are functional one shots) if i told you what i’ve become E, During Canon, Confessions/First Times, 13.7k (pt 1) It's Lan Xichen's first visit to Lanling since Jin Guangyao's ascent to the position of Chief Cultivator the previous month, and with everything he's been through recently, he's perhaps tenser than he otherwise would be, spending a peaceful evening with his dearest friend. Luckily, Jin Guangyao has some ideas about the best ways to relieve stress.

heaven help me (i need to make this right) E, During Canon, Light Bondage, 8k (pt 2) The last few months have been... more than Lan Xichen could have ever hoped for. The reconstruction of the Cloud Recesses is complete, which means his uncle is in a good mood. His brother is healed, moving around and spending time with A-Yuan. And his relationship with Jin Guangyao... well, to put it simply, Lan Xichen couldn't be much happier--though Jin Guangyao has no shortage of ideas for them. It's during one of his regular visits to Lanling that Jin Guangyao suggests they... try doing things a different way.

and i'd do anything E, During Canon, Candle Wax/Praise Kink, 4.7k (pt 3) "Do you trust me?" It was that question, and Lan Xichen's resounding yes, that had landed him here, his wrists tied to the bed posts above his head, silk scarf wrapped lovingly around his eyes, his chest heaving with every hard breath, his cock dripping precum in a sticky pool against his stomach, and drips of wax in various stages of hardness scattered all across his skin.

if there was nowhere to land (i wouldn’t be scared at all) T, During Canon, 5+1fic/angst, 10.7k Meng Yao hasn't lead an easy life. He's been pushed around, beaten, and taken advantage of for nearly as long as he can remember... Falling down stairs is one of the worst things he's been through, and he's fallen more times than anyone should have to. OR Five times someone makes Meng Yao fall down a staircase, and one time someone saves him from falling.

they call me underneath M, Post-Canon, Grief/Mourning, 4.2k Lan Xichen never intended to visit the cemetery where his sworn brothers were interred together, but now that he's here, he can't make himself leave without at least trying.

a fine time to regret T, During Canon, Grief/Comfort, 2.3k As it turned out, even knowing Jin Rusong was going to die didn't give Jin Guangyao the chance to prepare himself for it.

NieYao

hold on to what we are T, During Canon, Fluff, 1.9k Meng Yao is dedicated to working harder than ever as the Sunshot Campaign is ramping up, but Nie Mingjue wants him to come to bed.

if you need it, then i need it (and only we'll know) E, During Canon, Sex Pollen, 13.1k Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue are on what they assume to be a normal scouting mission into Wen territory--but the day is turned on its head when they get a bit too close to some strange looking plants that release a thick cloud of pollen as they approach. By the time they make it back to camp, they're both already feeling the effects, and the camp's doctor has some mixed news to share. The bad news? The pollen will lead to a deadly qi deviation if left untreated. The good news? They know how to treat it! Now it's just up to Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue to act on it (and on the feelings they've been secretly harboring for one another for months).

when it comes time to rest my head E, Canon Divergent, Hurt/Comfort, 20.8k When Nie Mingjue spots the freshly bloodied handkerchief Jin Guangyao accidentally drops, his first sickening conclusion is that he's just caught him in the middle of some nefarious deed--but Nie Mingjue investigates further, and instead uncovers a series of injuries across Jin Guangyao's body that tell a much more heart-wrenching tale than the one Nie Mingjue first suspected. Can Nie Mingjue earn back enough of Jin Guangyao's trust to get him to accept the help he so clearly needs? Can he convince Jin Guangyao... to come back to Qinghe with him? i need your broken promises E, Canon Divergent, Werecat!JGY, 11.7k The night Meng Yao is promoted to be Nie Mingjue's deputy, he makes two requests: to be left alone on the night of the full moon, and to not be asked why he needs to be left alone. Nie Mingjue is extremely curious about this odd appeal, but he honors it regardless. Years later, when Nie Mingjue proposes, Meng Yao repeats his requests as the only stipulations for their marriage, and Nie Mingjue once again promises to let Meng Yao keep his secret... until he realizes that perhaps the secret isn't as well kept as he once thought, and he confronts Meng Yao to learn the truth.

the day bleeds into nightfall T, During Canon, Angst and Romance, 2.5k When Wen Chao attacks the Unclean Realm, Meng Yao rushes to release Xue Yang, and Nie Mingjue catches him stabbing his general. Nie Mingjue might have thought he was doing Meng Yao a mercy when he banished him... but Meng Yao isn't sure he agrees.

love me hard oh, love me right E, Modern AU, Rule 63 PWP, 2k Sometimes Meng Yao just needs to be gently dommed by her girlfriend until she cries, and you know what? That's valid.

the love held in her hands E, Modern Fantasy AU, Rule 63/Fairy!MY, 3k When Nie Mingjue's tiny fairy girlfriend asks to be fingered, Nie Mingjue immediately considers it to be a bad idea... but when her search for something more appropriately-sized drags on too long, she decides to give in to Meng Yao's impatient demands.

NieLan

the common tongue of your loving me E, Modern AU, 69ing, 3.7k Lan Huan and Nie Mingjue have been dating for almost two years now, but Nie Mingjue is always coming up with ways for him and his beau to have some new sort of fun in the bedroom. (Submission for NieLan Month 2020, Day 22 Desperation/Beauty/Awe. This is also the 69th fic I've uploaded to my AO3 account haha)

3zun

home is where my love waits E, Modern AU, Sexted Pics & DP, 5.1k Meng Yao is out of town on business for the weekend and Lan Huan and Nie Mingjue have the brilliant idea to send their absent boyfriend some spicy material to keep him warm while he's away (and definitely not because teasing him is very fun). When Meng Yao gets back to his hotel room at night to discover the proverbial feast, he's both very turned on and very frustrated to be so far away--but luckily for Meng Yao, they have more than adequate plans to make up for their teasing once he gets home.

i’ve had no love like your love E, Modern AU, happy birthday jgy!3some, 9.2k It's Meng Yao's birthday, and after working all day, he travels to Nie Mingjue's place in a swiftly escalating winter storm, where a night of warm wine and even warmer company awaits... Nie Mingjue and a tipsy Lan Huan have a delightful plan in place on just how they can warm him up.

how could i ask for more E, Modern Genderbend AU, CNC Roleplay, 14.3k When Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue ask Lan Huan what she wants for her birthday, they strongly imply it can be a sexual favor. Lan Huan asks for so little in the bedroom; she always seems content to just join in whatever activities her girlfriends partake in and never makes specific requests for herself. Of course, when Lan Huan actually indulges their suggestion, the last thing they expect from her is a detailed, written fantasy that she hands to them with an entirely red face... But if such a thing is what Lan Huan wants, Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue will make sure to give her exactly what she's asking for. Written for Whumptober 2020, Theme No 6. PLEASE… (“Get it Out” | No More | “Stop, please”).

there’s a hole in my soul (can you fill it?) E, Modern AU, Hurt/Comfort & Panic Attacks, 6.2k Meng Yao and Nie Mingjue were exes... until Lan Xichen fell in love with both of them and they decided to set aside their differences for his sake. When they're all together, life is bliss--but Meng Yao's relationship with Nie Mingjue is strained at best, and he notices early on in this reconciliation that the only time Nie Mingjue seems willing to hold him or be affectionate with him is after they have sex. Meng Yao has learned that, on the rare nights and weekends when Lan Xichen is away and he needs affection, that having sex with Nie Mingjue is the quickest and easiest way to get it. Lan Xichen just so happens to be out of town after Meng Yao has a particularly bad day at work. He needs the comfort more than ever, but when he tries to get it from Nie Mingjue the only way he knows how, it doesn't go the way he plans.

in my arms you’re safe and sound T, Vampire AU, Hurt/Comfort & Feeding, 2.9k Jin Guangyao is a dhampir who is fully turned when his father accepts him into the family--but Jin Guangshan treats him terribly, and when Nie Mingjue begins to realize how far this mistreatment goes, he drags Jin Guangyao off for a conversation which quickly escalates into an emotional shouting match that results in Nie Mingjue deciding that Jin Guangyao needs to be removed from Carp Tower immediately. Lan Xichen finds them just in time for the three sworn brothers to head together back to Qinghe, where Lan Xichen personally discovers one of the many awful things Jin Guangshan has done to hurt Jin Guangyao.

how were we to know E, Canon Divergent, MAJOR HURT/comfort, 12.9k (check AO3 for warnings on this one!) After the Sunshot Campaign, Meng Yao took Lan Xichen's offer to come live with him in the Cloud Recesses, sparking the beginning of their romantic relationship--which in turn uncovered their individual romantic histories with Nie Mingjue, and led to a shared romantic present with him. In the years since, the three have been in love and quite happy with their shared arrangement. However, eventual grief lingered at the back of their thoughts; they all knew the effect the saber spirit was gradually having on Nie Mingjue's mind and on his temperament, causing more frequent and more violent outbursts... Though none of them could have guessed the particular sort of violence it would lead Nie Mingjue to commit one night alone with Meng Yao.

when you are lost and i am gone M, Canon Divergent, Character Death, 2k When Lan Xichen had received the letter from Meng Yao, he'd left the camp at once to meet him in the forest outside of Nightless City, but even still, he arrives a second too late to do anything but watch as one of his friends cuts down the other. a light on the other side M, Modern AU, JGY-centric, 2.6k As a child, Meng Yao had only ever met his father in passing, as he had a family of his own and wanted little to do with the child that resulted from his affair with Meng Yao's mother. But when Meng Shi passed away tragically, 13 year old Meng Yao was sent to live with his father, spending the rest of his teen years in a living hell until he was able to escape... A few years later, another affair and another tragedy brought infant Mo Xuanyu into the Jin household and Meng Yao returned to keep him safe from the fate he'd suffered himself. Life there is awful, though not nearly as bad as it was before, as Meng Yao spends most of his time alone caring for Mo Xuanyu. However, a few months into his return, Meng Yao is presented with a unique opportunity when, late one night, he finds Jin Guangshan collapsed on the floor of his office.

#3zun #xiyao #nieyao #nielan #mdzs #cql #wrote a thing #vesper posts

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melusinechouraki · 2 years

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Après une violente dispute avec son père et sa future belle-mère, Jennifer s’enfuit de chez elle. Absorbée par son chagrin, elle ne voit pas arriver la voiture qui la percute au milieu de la chaussée. Elle se réveille dans un monde de rêve, en pleine nature. Là, elle rencontre Len, un être aussi beau qu’inquiétant, un sylve. Quel camp choisir dans ce conflit impitoyable qui oppose les sylves aux humains ? Après tout, cette guerre n'est pas la sienne. Face aux sombres magies de Sylvea et ses créatures terrifiantes, Jennifer en viendra à regretter ses problèmes scolaires et sa vie familiale mouvementée. Oui, mais comment faire pour rentrer ? Elle ne sait même pas comment elle est arrivée là.

La Dague des sylves est un roman de fantasy inspiré des légendes amérindiennes. La couverture a été peinte par Amandine Labarre.

Ce livre est disponible sur Amazon : https://www.amazon.fr/dp/1731484216

#amazon #fantasy #roman #romanfantasy #amandine labarre #dague #magie #totem #totem animal #spirit #animal spirit #esprit #forêt #illustration #romance #romanjeunesse #original character #sylve

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ianjosephsomerhalderblog · 3 years

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Vous avez envie d'un tapis pour la chambre de votre bébé ou de votre enfant ? Et vous souhaitez associer un joli dessin à une qualité en fibres naturelles et écologiques pour le bien-être de votre tout petit ? Notre tapis GOOD NIGHT est celui qu'il vous faut ! Fabriqué à la main à partir de coton bio, ce tapis est hypoallergénique et donc idéal pour votre enfant, il pourra passer de longs moments assis ou alongé dessus sans aucun risque. Tous les composants (fils, colle, dossier...) de ce tapis sont bio, les teintures utilisées sont à base de végétaux et même l'emballage est recyclé et recyclable. Il est certifié 100% BIO par ONE CERT INTERNATIONNAL sous le numéro ONE-3962-200920-T-GOTS. Enfin son style simple, ses dessins enfantins et craquants, ses poils douillets et confortables en feront un élément de décoration incontournable pour la chambre de votre enfant. Et petit plus non négligeable : ce tapis est lavable en machine ! Un beau produit tant au niveau du style que de son côté éco-responsable !

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tgfangirl4eva · 2 years

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Also, oh my god, TREADING WATER CHAPTER 33 DROPPED!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp treading water #dp au #beau inspiration #dp treadingwater!verse

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furiefrancaise · 5 years

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🇫🇷Le Père Louis DELARUE (1913-1998)⚜️

Il est l’aumônier de la 10e DP. Il a été breveté en 1954 en Indochine. Il rédige son texte sur la torture au lendemain des attentats des deux stades dans la banlieue d’Alger (10 février 1957), faisant 12 morts et 45 blessés dans la foule qui assiste aux matchs. D’abord destiné à quelques officiers de la 10e DP, le texte est repris par Massu pour qu’il bénéficie à toute la division. 

« Nous nous trouvons en face d’une guerre d’un type nouveau, d’une guerre révolutionnaire. Nos défenses habituelles : supériorité d’armement, courage et savoir-faire au combat, ont été tournées. Nous sommes en face du terrorisme dans toute sa lâcheté, dans toute son horreur […].

Entre deux maux, faire souffrir passagèrement un terroriste pris sur le fait, et qui d’ailleurs mérite la mort, en venant à bout de son obstination criminelle par le moyen d’un interrogatoire obstiné, harassant, et d’autre part, laisser massacrer des innocents que l’on sauverait si, par les révélations du criminel, on parvenait à anéantir le gang, il faut sans hésiter choisir le moindre : un interrogatoire sans sadisme, mais efficace […].

L’horreur de ces assassinats de femmes, d’enfants, d’hommes dont le seul crime fut d’avoir voulu, par un bel après-midi de février, voir un beau match de football, nous autorise à faire sans joie, mais aussi sans honte, par seul souci du devoir, cette rude besogne si contraire à nos habitudes de soldats, de civilisés. »

 Le texte de l’aumônier des parachutistes répond à une offensive médiatique coordonnée des alliés des terroristes : le 15 février Témoignage chrétien publie des lettres de Jean Muller dénonçant la torture ; le 29 mars L’Express publie la lettre de soutien à son directeur, Jean-Jacques Servan-Schreiber, du général de Bollardière ; en mars Pierre-Henri Simon publie Contre la torture.

 Inspiré par les théoriciens de la guerre révolutionnaire que sont Lacheroy, Trinquier, Hogard, le dispositif mis en place par les parachutistes prend le contrôle de la casbah et neutralise les terroristes. De son côté, le texte de l’aumônier répond à la propagande médiatique alors que les autorités ecclésiastiques tardaient à fournir une position claire et que l’aumônerie militaire ira jusqu’à lui reprocher de ne pas avoir sollicité son avis, sans critiquer son texte sur le fond.

Son engagement auprès des parachutistes lui vaudra le non renouvellement de son contrat et son rapatriement en métropole en janvier 1961. 

Le colonel Trinquier explique dans La Guerre moderne (p. 20) :

« À la lumière des événements actuels, nous pouvons sans difficulté prévoir dans les grandes lignes le déroulement d’une prochaine agression : quelques hommes de main organisés et bien entraînés feront régner la terreur dans les grandes villes ».

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Apprendre à se connaître c'est aussi apprendre à se respecter En réponse à de nombreuses questions sur les habitants de la galaxie " les Gens du Voyage " comme tout et n'importe quoi a été dit, Il fallait que j'apporte ces précisions importantes pour que vous puissiez comprendre qui sont les Gens du Voyage, les Gitans, Manouches etc... > Encore une chose qui a son importance... l'aspirine n'est pas fournie pour résister au mal de tronche que la lecture va vous donner. Les gens du voyage, des nomades par choix : Français depuis souvent de très nombreuses générations, les gens du voyage revendiquent haut et fort l'appartenance à cette notion plus que jamais d'actualité : l'identité nationale. Christian BERNADAC dans l'Holocauste oublié : (https://www.amazon.fr/LHolocauste-oubli%C3%A9-massacre-Christian-Bernadac/dp/B0014L9RBC ) nous apprend le martyre et la disparition des tziganes dans les camps de la mort. L'Allemagne va ériger un monument en mémoire des centaines de milliers de Tsiganes (Sinti, Manouches et Roms) déportés et tués par les nazis en Europe. La construction est lancée à Berlin, 66 ans après la signature par Himmler, chef des S.S, d'une circulaire désignant ce peuple comme "un ennemi biologique de race étrangère et de sang étranger" et ordonnant leur déportation. . Mais ne représentant pas un électorat « ils » n’intéressent pas nos hommes et femmes politiques. Ils déclarent être des Français comme les autres, à un détail près : ils habitent dans une maison qui roule, par choix d'une vie non sédentaire. A part cela, les gens du voyage revendiquent une totale "normalité" économique, juridique et sociale. Ils travaillent et gagnent souvent bien leur vie, ce qui explique leurs caravanes luxueuses et leurs voitures de marque, coûteuses. Ils paient des impôts et scolarisent leurs enfants. Ils sont totalement intégrés dans la société et respectent leurs droits et obligations. (NO COMMENT......) Les principaux métiers qu'ils exercent : - Récupérateur en métaux - Brocanteur - Circassiens ( cirque ) - Fêtiers, (fêtes foraines ) - Forains et vendeurs ambulants. Pour l' exemple : j'ai été forain, récupérateur de métaux, brocanteur, alors que mes origines ne sont pas Gitanes. «Gens du voyage» est le terme juridique et administratif qui désigne une catégorie de personnes dans le droit français. Cette catégorie administrative recouvre une grande diversité de personnes avec des situations économiques et des origines très diverses, dont des Français qui n’ont rien à voir avec les Tsiganes, des gitans, etc. La confusion entre les «Gens du Voyage» et les Tziganes vient en partie de cette spécificité française qui interdit à l’administration de qualifier une partie de la population sur des critères ethniques. Au début du XXe siècle, le gouvernement français veut surveiller les Tziganes qui sont alors victimes des pires préjugés. L’appellation «nomades» est alors officiellement utilisée et la loi du 16 juillet 1912 leur impose un carnet anthropométrique obligatoire qui contient des informations telles que l'envergure, la longueur et la largeur de la tête, la longueur de l'oreille droite, la longueur des doigts médius et auriculaires gauches, celle de la coudée gauche, celle du pied gauche, la couleur des yeux ou encore la forme du nez. Je possède ce document administratif, je fais partie des Gens du voyage et je suis un Nomade. Nomades par tradition : VOYAGEURS NON-TSIGANES : Tinker, nomades d'Irlande, surnommés ainsi depuis le XIIe siècle. Quinqui, voyageurs d'Espagne apparus au XVIe siècle Yeniches, émigrés en France en Suisse et autre pays d ' Europe au XIXe siècle VOYAGEURS TSIGANES Le mot ‘Tsigane’ vient du grec Atsinganos; c'était le nom d'une secte qui a disparu au XIème siècle. Ses fidèles refusaient le contact physique avec tous les autres, qu’ils considéraient impurs. Les paysans byzantins les avaient donc appelés Atsinganos ("non touchés", mais ceci dans le sens inverse de la notion d'intouchable en Inde). Quand les Roms arrivèrent à leur tour, venant d’Asie et gardant une certaine distance, ils furent considérées comme tels. LES MANOUCHES Ils ont vécu longtemps en Allemagne et dans le Piémont Italien LES GITANS Qu'ils soient Gitans Catalans et Gitans Andalous, Ils ont connu une influence espagnole importante et ont marqué très fortement de leur personnalité la musique et la danse du flamenco. Ils résident plus au sud et vivent avec difficultés une sédentarisation forcée qui est bien souvent un échec. LES ROM Les Roms sont un peuple européen d'origine indienne, dont les ancêtres sont venus de la moyenne vallée du Gange, en Inde du Nord, il y a environ 1000 ans. Parvenus en Europe par l'Asie Mineure et le Bosphore, ils se sont installés d'abord dans les Balkans, puis dans les Carpates, ils vivent surtout en Europe Centrale. Les Roms au sens large se subdivisent principalement en Roms dits "orientaux" (85% du total), en Sintés (souvent appelés Manouches en France – 4%) et en Kalés (ou Gitans – 10%), en Gypsies (ou Romanichals en Grande-Bretagne – 0,5%) – sans compter divers groupes de moindre importance numérique mais tout aussi Roms que les autres Roms. Au niveau européen, ils sont aujourd’hui sédentaires à 96%. Les YENICHES Les Yéniches sont un groupe ethnique européen. Certains se disent d'origine celtique mais la thèse est très contestée, tout comme celle qui en fait les descendants de commerçants juifs itinérants. Ils sont nombreux sur le Département de la Loire. Leur origine est encore mal connue, Au moment de la guerre de trente ans, ils auraient, à la suite d'événements historiques, quitté le Palatinat et adoptés le mode de vie des Tsiganes ( période palatine 1618-1623). De nombreux mariages eurent lieu entre les Manouches et les Yéniches au cours des siècles. C'est en 1714 qu'on trouve le premier document avec le nom de "Yéniche". Roms c’est le nom que les mouvements revendicatifs d’intellectuels tsiganes voudraient imposer comme terme générique. Mais les Tsiganes de France, Manouches et Gitans le refusent. Sous-groupes Kalderashes : généralement ils sont chaudronniers, étameurs (et non pas : et ta sœur ?), récupérateurs de voitures. J'ai voyagé en leur compagnie. Lovara : généralement éleveurs de chevaux ( maquignons ) Tchourara Valshtike Manouches Sinte français ( artistes de cirque et de spectacles Galshkene Manouche Sinte allemands Piemontesi et Sinte italien Prajshtike Manouche Sinte prussien Catalan Andalous En FRANCE, D'après le Journal d'un bourgeois de Paris, le 17 août 1427, 100 à 120 hommes, femmes et enfants, demande l'hospitalité et à séjourner à La Chapelle Saint-Denis. L'évêque de Paris réagit en se rendant sur place avec un frère mineur qui prêche et convainc le groupe de repartir. Le groupe repart en direction de Pontoise début septembre 60 Dès 1666, Louis XIV décrète que tous les Bohémiens de sexe masculin doivent être arrêtés et envoyés aux galères sans procès. Par ordonnance du 11 juillet 1682, il confirme et ordonne que tous les Bohémiens mâles soient, dans toutes les provinces du Royaume où ils vivent, condamnés aux galères à perpétuité, leurs femmes rasées, et leurs enfants enfermés dans des hospices. Une peine était en outre portée contre les nobles qui donnaient dans leurs châteaux un asile aux Bohémiens ; leurs fiefs étaient frappés de confiscation. LANGUE PARLÉE Le ROMANI C’est la langue des Roms ! Elle est indiscutablement indienne et proche du hindi, langue de l’Inde. Son vocabulaire et sa grammaire de base sont indiens aux trois quarts. Le reste est constitué de vocabulaire emprunté principalement au persan, au grec et ensuite aux langues européennes de contact. Écrit depuis le début du 20ème siècle dans des alphabets différents selon les pays, le romani dispose depuis 1990 d’une écriture commune laquelle permet notamment une meilleure diffusion de la littérature Rom. Dans certains pays, comme la Roumanie, il est enseigné à l’école et, en France, l’INALCO dispense une formation complète en langue et civilisation des Roms. Le CALÓ Le caló est une langue mixte des langues romanes et du Romani parlée en Espagne, au Portugal, au sud de la France, en Amérique latine. Il est également appelé en castillan romaní español et son nom signifie « noir » en romani Langue indo-européenne, il comprend de nombreux dialectes : caló español, calão portugués (portugais), caló catalán, caló vasco ou erromintxela (basque) , caló occitan (quasiment éteint, extrême sud de la France), et le calon brasileño (brésilien). Les Roms y ont développé des sabirs tels que l’ibéroromani (caló), qui utilise le vocabulaire rom, la grammaire espagnole, présente de nombreux emprunts lexicaux à l'andalou, et parfois aussi au catalan, et est la source de nombreux mots en argot espagnol. Par opposition à mon Beau-père je n'ai jamais parlé CALÓ mais Manouche. En FRANCE, par manque d’instruction, la grande majorité des gens communiquent entre eux au moyen d'un sabir (que je qualifierais de merdique ) mêlant mots déformés, argots, termes de métiers exercés... ce qui n'est pas fait pour faciliter la bonne entente entre nous. DIALECTES Kalderash Lovari Tchourari Manouche d'Alsace Sinto piémontais Sinto prussien Caló Espagne Pas facile de s'y retrouver, d'autant plus qu'il n'existe pas de traditions, ni d'historique écrits....il n' y a que depuis quelques années que la scolarité est proposée dans ce milieu. Un infini merci pour votre patience et pour le formidable travail de CHANTAL. . ©Philippe X - 03/07/2019

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