la nuit m'appelle

under the moonlight, the serious moonlight

[the-wolf-and-moon]

Venus, Evening Star

[misskerouacette]

Bob Dylan on the best and worst things about being 80

[cruzfucker]

the walking dead, game of thrones, and breaking bad were just superwholock for men

[cornfield-cryptid]

Game of Walking Bad

[wowwforever]

[greelin]

i’ve been thinking about this and desperately searching for it for months

[ghaasy]

Post barricades them warms my heart

[potatosonnet]

[darthfar]

What’s this? A Barricade Day work by Far that contains absolutely no barricades, no fighting scenes or muskets, no people dying…. in fact, not a single person in sight? Well, I decided to be saintly merciful good this year. I mean, there’s no way I could possibly give anybody case of The Sads if I don’t draw anybody, much less anyone dying a horrible, painful death, right??? >:D

[In case anybody’s wondering what’s stuffed between the pages of Enjolras’ book, it’s from this old drawing, which itself is an illustration of this gem of a fic by Marguerite ;) ]

[If you’re also wondering if there’s any self-referencing from any of my previous Les Mis pictures…. look, this is Far, what do you think? ROFL ROFL ROFL.]

@pilferingapples​ may or may not be to blame responsible for some of this content (as surely she will have realised by now!). As are any and all of you who responded to my vague post about taxidermied animals. ;) For this I thank you.

Available as colouring pages for anyone masochistic enough to fill them in. Happy Barricade Day, y’all. ;)

[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.

[uservik]

- v. hugo

[aanthonyvb]

It’s barricade day and I just couldn’t help myself-

[sevaria]

Make me the subject of your desire

[kaijulius]

no one loves the light like the blind man etc etc

an extremely quick scribble for @barricadeday

[ashleyslorens]

#angsty at the barricade

[luna-nuova]

in my humble opinion, this bop fits exr perfectly.

here’s the translation:

I should quit smoking
I’ve quit a hundred times before
And I should also stop looking at you, looking at you so intensely
You say it's bad for me, but you don't really care
That's the truth

I need to stop talking, I've had too much to drink
But we're all a little drunk on something or someone
But yeah, let's leave it alone, because truth is a gift that nobody wants

Tell me you care about me
Even if you don't believe it
Tell me you care about me while I'm still standing
Tell me you want to leave
Lend me some memories
Tell me you care about me more than anyone else

We're not shooting stars, after all

If only we could start our stories in reverse
So that near the end we could live the beginning
Instead of this awful pain that you say is nothing
You say that it will pass

Tell me you care about me
Even if you don't believe it
Tell me you care about me while I'm still standing
Tell me you want to leave
Lend me some memories
Tell me you care about me more than anyone else

We're not shooting stars, after all

I feel like singing
I feel like staying out late
And if I end up feeling lonely, I’ll wake everybody up
Hearing you laugh at me while I talk as if I were God
But I'm only me, only me

Tell me you care about me, even if you can't see me
Tell me you care about me while I'm still standing
And before you leave, take my memories with you
Because I care about you more than anyone else

We're not shooting stars, after all

But yeah, let's leave it alone
Goodbye

[luna-nuova]

exr dirty dancing au… idealistic, opinionated, bright-eyed enjolras gets roped into going on vacation with his best friends courfeyrac and combeferre. they go to one of those rich people all inclusive resorts with free drinks and golf greens and shit, and then he gets roped once again, this time into attending dance classes because you can only do so much to pass the times in those places. there he finds dance teacher grantaire - a rugged twenty something with no prospects, who lives paycheck to paycheck teaching salsa and bachata, and bartending on occasion. they bicker and argue and dance around each other (probably also literally) until grantaire gets wrongfully fired and enjolras fights for him to be reinstated, ultimately realizing that he has feelings for him and probably has been having them all along

[bidet-of-evil]

there are two wolves inside me. one wants to write and the other wants to nap. they’re both in a cage called My Job.

[abbs-of-fuckin-steel-deactivate]

[skeleton-warrior-deactivated201]

#send me your address so i can visit you and explain my passions

[sjweminem]

(his follow-up “this is a love village” tweet no longer exists except within my heart)