#peletier

[museoparticular]

Clase de baile en la Ópera, rue Le Peletier (1872) by Edgar Degas

[em1lyprent1ssw1fe]

I love her sm she’s literally the best twd character

I want her so bad, we need more carol appreciation 🙏🏻

[shieldrevive]

FROM: @peletier RE: “ it’s alright, they’re gone now… are you alright? hey, look at me; are you hurt at all? “ STATUS: accepting

it hadn't happened in a while. the nightmares had stopped. the ghosts had stopped. steve had been able to move through the day without the effects of war following him around. losing bucky when the outbreak first happened kicked some of it back up. finding carol and others helped him work through most of it.

at least, that's what rogers had thought.

the horde came out of nowhere they'd been on a walk. supply run? it's hard to remember through the tightness in his chest. one of the walkers stared him down and steve would've bet money it was bucky. memories and guilt came flooding back until something inside him snapped. steve couldn't remember throwing the hatchet around or pushing through with his makeshift shield. a primal need to protect carol rose up from the depths and swallowed him whole.

he couldn't lose her. he couldn't lose anyone else.

admittedly, steve felt a little crazed snapping his head around to make sure she was okay. problem was, he didn't see her right away. there was screaming. so much screaming. the blonde couldn't tell if it was someone else or if it was a ghost of yesterday.

warm hands bring him back. " yeah, " the breath pushes out of his lungs. his own hands come up, cupping carol's face. he needs to touch her to not only make sure this is real but to confirm for himself that she's okay. " yeah. are you okay? we should...we should head back. "

[tell-it-to-thefrogs]

Hello! 

Let me start by saying thanks for waiting patiently with this one. 

This is my first Caryl scene, of many and I mean many to come from season 1. 

I know what you are thinking. Carol, is barely in this. She’s just a woman standing in the background. By the others. She doesn’t even have a line. But the more I watch this scene, the more my eyes drift to that short haired woman, in the background. 

People say. “It’s just a show. They are acting.” And while this is true, I can’t help but think that the emotion and pain on this woman’s face is intentionally written into the script. I would love to see the notes. The pages in which these first scenes transpired. The takes. How many to nail that small little narrow of brow and that tiny little lip click of dismay. The way her eyes almost form slits at Rick, this new man who had just shown up. One she was still sussing out herself. Like I said in my previous post. She didn’t like the way the news was delivered. She’s almost peaking over everyone else, to see how they were going to handle it. The sadness and disappointment is evident in those small glances behind Daryl. 

Now I understand, this scene is all about Daryl, and his finding out that the only family he has ever known, was left behind. He’s hugely why I chose this scene. The clear love he has for those he is loyal too. The way his voice, trembles and softens to the idea of his brother, dying in Atlanta. How the tears come without any chance of stopping them. It spoke to me about the heart he has inside. Something I didn’t see in those Merle scenes up on that roof. 

Now I know you can say, well everyone in the group is watching Daryl. Seeing his pain. Rushing toward him, trying to see if he would need restraining. But No one looks as disheveled at the sight of his pain, more than Carol. There is worry in her eyes and no one can ever make me see different. Not to mention, She’s always over his shoulder, or he over hers. The camera work. The angles. They got to all mean something. Anyway. That’s my thoughts on this scene. 

Daryl’s love for his brother, it just melts my heart. He’d endure, just for the love of family. Aren’t we lucky, we get to watch him find that love with all the members of this team family?

Don’t forget to leave my writing partner’s YouTube Channel some loves. If you like these videos, give them a Sub. @daryl-and-carol-oh-my Once again, thank you for posting these videos for me to steal so graciously for my long winded talks of obscure Caryl scenes. I simply adore you. 

Caryl on, my friends. Caryl on <333333333333333333333333333333

[paperandsong]

Moments musicaux: high culture in the Paris Commune

Moments musicaux, by Delphine Mordey, covers the 1871 Paris Commune’s relationship to the Paris Opera. It does not address what the Communards were doing at the un-finished Garnier because at the time, the Paris Opera’s home was at the Salle de le Peletier. The Peletier is mentioned once in Leroux’s Phantom of the Opera in association with Sorelli’s mother, who had “known the glory days” of the theater, which had burned down by the time of the events of the novel.

The Communards occupied the Peletier, both the building and the Opera staff, on May 1, 1871. The article explores their motivations for involving themselves in the affairs of the Opera during their short governance of Paris. It describes some of the administrative issues and also the four concerts at the Tuileries Palace, where both classical opera and café songs were performed for the open public.

I highly recommend the article to anyone interested in both the Paris Opera and the Paris Commune, and, tangentially, in Leroux’s novel.

The article ends with a section called “Phantoms of the Opera” which describes how the Versaillais army occupied the Peletier in the final days of the Commune and used it as a prison and execution site. This should make fans of Leroux’s novel pause as he claims it was the Garnier that held a prison for victims of the Commune, when it seems it was the opposite that was true. Mordey provides this chilling anecdote:

“As audience to these sinister scenes [the executions], several young [Versaillais] soldiers were resting on the steps to the left, the fatal side of the Opera. In idle curiosity, a handful roamed through the building, and discovered some accessories from Der Freischütz, the last production that theatre had staged before the start of the [Prussian] siege. The donned the skulls, masks and cloaks used for the wolf’s glen scene, and reappeared on the steps to watch the executions.”

I found this anecdote so awful and unbelievable that I even checked Mordey’s reference for the story. Witnessed by the Opera’s archivist Charles Nuitter, she pulled his testimony from an 1898 book called Guerre et Commune, impressions d'un hospitalier 1870-1871 by Louis Gallet. 

The Commune was over by the end of May 1871. The Peletier burned down in 1873. The Palais Garnier opened as the new home of the Paris Opera in 1875. The Commune haunts Leroux’s novel as it continues to haunt the actual city of Paris. Sometimes the truth is stranger than any horror story.

[savedpeople]

carol/negan. i cannot call it cegan cause the fandom already made that nasty. how about pelegan? cargan? carne asexy (instead of asada?) idk what i am doing with my life anymore.

Send Me a Ship and I’ll Rate it | Accepting | @peletier

NOTP | meh | it’s ok | i can live with it | BROTP | cute | i love this ship | adorable | OTP

This is one of those ships that I think has potential and could be really interesting if developed correctly, but they haven’t interacted enough in canon for me to have a set opinion on it yet. Especially since their only real interaction so far has been them making a deal and then Carol going back on it fdjasklj

[depvtywalsh]

shane / andrea || rate a ship. || @peletier​

notp | meh | it’s ok | i can live with it | brotp | cute | i love this ship | adorable | otp |

[absolveres]

[ storm ] Our muses are caught in a flurry of rain, hail, snow, or wind. (first meeting in town all craziness happens?? yas?)

( @peletier​ / painful prompt )

    Heavy snow built up rapidly. Too quickly for snow plows to be of any use -- and even then, some roads were still neglected, slower to be touched -- and with the rate that the blizzard was hammering the county, it probably wouldn’t have done a lot of good to clear it anyway. The roads were empty -- save one notable car, clearly stuck. The snow offers some resistance as he trudges through it, sticking to his jeans, piling over the tops of his boots as he makes his way to the stranger.

    He doesn’t recognize her as any of the locals that he’s met. And no one in his circle -- when he spies the license plate on the car, he knows why. Either she’s new or she’s visiting -- either way, it’s an opportunity. Everything has a motive. John isn’t troubled when it comes to dressing up in a friendly demeanor. A mix of selfishness and laziness could’ve had him stay indoors, out of the blistering cold, and while kindness takes discipline, he recognizes it’s importance. He doesn’t have to be selfish.

 ❝ Do you need some help? I can call a tow for you -- I think that’s the only way you’re getting out of that mess. ❞