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An independent roleplay blog for Pierre Gringoire from the novel Notre Dame de Paris / The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Please read Rules and About. Tracking tag: poetegringoire ( semi-active )

[poetegringoire]

My french professor: write some poetry about a banal object me: ... i have way too much practice at waxing poetic about nothing thanks to gringoire :’)

[hoaxvault]

by lesless

[poetegringoire]

dxdger:

He shook his head glumly. For once, the Scribbler actually seemed to have a decent measure on the situation, and even if the spot wasn’t so sore when he was just standing, if Dodger needed to resettle his shirt, the fabric’d rub right ‘gainst it, and wouldn’t that just smart.

Opening his mouth to say he wasn’t planning on going nowhere, he instead watched quietly as the Scribbler went to get some snow, watching in confusion then growing concern as the bloke plopped the snow in his hat.

“I ain’t gonna use your hat!” Dodger near gasped, twitching away from the offered package with something near horror. Why, a hat marked a body’s pride, a body’s respect! And the Scribbler’d gone’n shoved snow in it. “Scribbler!”

“What!” Surprise sparkled in the poet’s eyes, and he scratched his ear bemusedly, unable to comprehend the source of Dodger’s horror. “I promise you it is clean enough, as clean as any other scrap we might have found you, and this is the closest at hand. Come! Snow on bare skin for too long is likely to produce worse than a bruise. And then I will have wet the poor devil without reason,” he added with a mournful look at the snow-packed hat. He extended the package again toward the boy. 

[grandrieux]

[poetegringoire]

|| guess what! gringoire speaks french! and other things, and english in many verses. like this post for a language-related starter, bc i like languages. :^) 

[richietoaster]

Are you a “can’t write dialogue” writer or a “can’t describe anything” writer

[poetegringoire]

☂ - My muse gets stuck with yours in a storm.

good meme

The start of the downpour had been as sudden as the lightning which now shot across the Parisian sky, flashing a hazy glow onto the sheets of blinding rain. It had also been the savior of Pierre Gringoire, whose balancing act in the streets had just sent a chair crashing down on the heads of several of his spectators. The deluge scattered the angry victims and Gringoire sought refuge and escape under the nearest shelter he could find – a comfortable niche between two houses with a small roof formed by the overlap of their frames.. 

There he nearly collided with a fellow of similar intentions. He recoiled panting, but the rain came on harder, for the moment sealing their situation.

“Pardon me, sir! It seems the rain makes shadows popular.”

[purplebuddhaproject]

The mind is as big as the universe.

Helen Keller (via purplebuddhaproject)

[poetegringoire]

dxdger:

   “What’chu yammering on ‘bout?”

Dodger near squalled, hands flying out to his sides as something near bordering on panic edged his voice. ‘Cause sure, he sometimes enjoyed the Scribbler’s ramblings ‘bout far away places and long lost times–was a bit like hearing a story, and he could wonder on himself being such a hero in such a time–but he didn’t figure now was such a time for such stories. In the end, the stories wasn’t real, wasn’t as cruel as things really was.

And the Scribbler was as blind as ever.

Shaking his head, he wanted to draw away from the Scribbler, even twitched a touch at the contact on his shoulder. What on earth could the bloke do for him? Stories wasn’t near enough to keep a body in place, ‘specially if it meant the bloke was missing the world as it stood.

But something kept him from pulling away all together, warring emotions setting his lower lip a’trembling. As much as he wanted to run, wanted to hide, he didn’t want to leave the Scribbler–and he marked himself three times the fool for it.

    “What, Scribbler, what? You gonna tell a story, wave your pen’n     it’ll all go away? Don’t be a looby.”

The boy flinched at his touch, but Gringoire pursued. His hand still rested light and careful on his shoulder. Despite the boy’s admonition there were words ready on his lips, and he spoke them coolly, steadily.

   “Hardly. Don’t be one yourself. This is a tempest, I admit, and it will    not go away at our word. We are not Prospero or Christ. But we have    a choice in it nevertheless. We can flee the storm, or weather it.”

He paused. A sigh escaped him and he rubbed his brow. 

   “If you choose to flee I cannot keep you. You are practiced enough at     it, I’m sure. But listen, Dodger, I will tell you something. Yours is a     friendship I do not wish to lose. If you would stay a little, I will apply my     mind to the situation, and we will surely discover some means of     surviving with both our heads on our shoulders. I am willing to try, by faith.”

It was a reasonable offering, ready to be accepted, ready to be refused. His earnest gaze sought to meet the boy’s. 

[loumargi]

Giovanni Maria Benzoni. The Veiled Virgin

[poetegringoire]

me: finally manages to write a reply to one (1) thread me: i’m.... exhausted

[poetegringoire]

         crystal.        

WHAT CRYSTAL COLOR IS YOUR MUSE VIBRATING?

Amber

You are radiating a glowing Amber crystal. Calm, cool and sophisticated, you walk through life with your head in the right place. You think, breathe and live in the present and your spiritual connection to the past and memory makes you a highly intuitive being. You are flexible and an excellent negotiator. People look to you for comfort and stability as you will always be the centre and heart of a crowd. Family is important to you and your kindness vibrates through your amber core. People adore your peaceful energy and you are the greatest listener of all the crystals.

TAGGED BY: @murroyilodel <3 TAGGING: @flamesofesmeralda @dxdger @anabioun @ferocioushonesty

[anotheryellowfog]

‘The Northern Constellations’ from Middleton’s Celestial Atlas (1842)

[gluglotte-deactivated20190706]

The Danger of Confiding One’s Poem to a Goat

~Gluglotte

[daintysoull-deactivated20200109]

by katericampbell

[thetattedstoner]

A bowling date, a museum date, a zoo date, a park date, an “eat all our favorite foods” in one day date, a “let’s go to the mall buy some clothes and hit up a lounge later” date, let’s chill and play video games date, we “can cook a meal together and kiss and make out” date.

[sandcvstles]

MOVIE SENTENCE STARTER.

an assortment of different movie quotes.

“i won’t fuck up my life, so you can find yourself.”

“the fact that you’re here means everything to me.”

“life moves pretty fast. if you don’t stop & look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

“i always meet the person first, to see if we understand each other.”

“as long as you can still grab a breath, you fight. you breathe. keep breathing.”

“smart & pretty. that right there is a deadly combination.”

“the more you care, the more the world finds ways to hurt you for it.”

“no matter how far, run for all you’re worth.”

“it takes a lot of courage to try & change your life.”

“you mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.”

“yeah, it was worth a shot.”

“don’t you want to take a leap of faith?”

“hope is a dangerous thing.”

“you’ve got a secret. something you can’t tell anyone, because you don’t trust anyone.”

“you will never be lovelier than you are now. we will never be here again.”

“we’re not meant to save the world.”

“you can’t just make somebody something they’re not.”

“you are allowed to feel messed up. it doesn’t mean you’re defective – it just means you’re human.”

“you couldn’t ignore me if you tried.”

“i’ve only really liked a handful of people in my life.”

“today it seems to me that my whole life was nothing but a string of failures.”

“i’m just tired, you know? i’m just fucking tired.”

“which would be worse - to live as a monster? or die a good man?”

“on one hand, so what; & in the other hand, who cares?”

“you got to stop taking yourself so seriously.”

“you do care. you care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death from the pain of it.”

“you sleep well because you know that you’re loved. i’ve never slept that well.”

“by the time we learn to live it is already too late.”

“have i told you how divinely happy i am?”

“i can imagine anything, anybody, anywhere.”

“if we didn’t have any of the bad stuff, then how could we recognize the good?”

“can you just hold me, please? you don’t understand. i just need you to hold me.”

“we get out now, or we die trying.”

“if you died right now, how would you feel about your life?”

“the world’s either great or wretched, isn’t it?”

“maybe i’m just being paranoid, but i gotta find out for sure.”

“you can only push someone so far, before they break.”

“you’re the closest thing i know to a superhero.”

“act like a bitch, get slapped like a bitch.”

“i think you severely overestimate your ability to break hearts.”

“i don’t want to win. i just want to make the world a better place.”

“i needed you in this life.”

“i knew this was going to be a bad day.”