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dcnkey

back in my day, we didn’t have twenty one pilots. we had two. wilbur and orville wright. reblog if ur a true 1900’s kid

grendel-menz

people will always love people

wolfythewitch

Sketch in between comms. Just imagine they got the suit on lol

louisa605

Epilogue

Happy Barricade Day! After all, June 6th is the day they made their sacrifice, so I’m not late, right?

The inspiration for this drawing came from the Toledo Cathedral—the sense of the heavens opening up, which also corresponds to the final song of Les Misérables, "Epilogue."

In the painting, I wanted to depict the scene Jean Valjean vaguely sees as he passes away. Fantine takes his hand, leading him toward heaven, while the Bishop stands beside him, illuminating the path behind. And in the background are those who fell during the battle.

The upward composition gives the feeling that their voices fade into the "valley of the light," reflecting their destiny of "climbing to the light." I wanted the darker surroundings to contrast with the light of heaven, showing that they now dwell in that place beyond—echoing the lyric, "We will live again in freedom in the garden of the Lord."

Jehan loves playing the flute, so perhaps the "distant drums" are sounds he conjures.

Behind Valjean, there is a mural of women—intended to represent the "lovely ladies," along with little Gavroche and his sister Éponine above. These figures embody the suffering people of the earth, much like the lyrics of "Wretched of the Earth."

On the heavenly side of the mural are two elderly men: the Parliament G and Mabeuf. Finally, the little angels surrounding the Bishop are Gavroche’s younger brothers.

tall

kosmogrl

sorry I can’t hang out tonight. yeah I’m busy freaking out over things that might not even happen. yeah it’s gonna take a while

empiressmp

So do you think the small town girl living in a lonely world ever tried gay stuff with the uptown girl living in her uptown world

thefingerfuckingfemalefury

On the midnight train

shiverandqueeef

if you aren't best friends with your lover and a little bit in love with all your friends than what's the fucking point

shithowdy

it's 1pm at the marsh! come on down, we've got

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹𝓈!!!

louisa605

Apollo & Dionysus

like and comment If you like it!

deboracabral

I remember a white butterfly which went and came in the street. Summer does not abdicate.

I’ve been meaning to draw this coat for years! Happy barricade day friends!

threadbaremillionaire

Well, monarchy is the foreigner; oppression is the foreigner; divine right is the foreigner.

There comes an hour when protest no longer suffices; after philosophy there must be action; the strong hand finishes what the idea has planned.

fruity-pontmercy

Happy Barricade day everybody :))) this is just a part of a larger drawing im working on, but it’s taking me more time than I wanted so, have it here in the meanwhile :))

darthfar

I’ve already wished you all a Happy Barricade Day yesterday. So have a Maybe-A-Little-Not-As-Happy Barricade Day today. ;)

Since we all know (by now) what a cheerfully heartless, lying, impenitent bastard I really am, here, have a highly, highly abbreviated version of Combeferre’s speech on me. I realise it’s not what his actual speech is about, but I was thinking about what Hugo said about Combeferre not being an orphan and about to get himself killed, and decided that what I really wanted to do was to frame his speech mainly in the context of the named Amis* and what would follow in the days after their deaths. [— That, and if I actually illustrated his speech in its proper context, it would have taken far more pages, and a finger that was Actually Functional And Very Much Not In Pain.]

Why, for gods’ sake? Because I can.

[And yes, I’ve snuck in people and things all over the place. Also because.]

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* And Gavroche. Because y’know.