Claire Keane
oozey mess
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Cosimo Galluzzi
Xuebing Du
occasionally subtle
Cosmic Funnies
Kaledo Art
Discoholic 🪩
cherry valley forever
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$LAYYYTER
#extradirty
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Mike Driver
roma★
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Not today Justin
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@preliminarygaieties
In the early 19th century, medical students in England and France did not enjoy a very good reputation.
Considering that these jokes about a dead 22 year old are from an article published in the London Medical and Surgical Journal in 1832, it’s not difficult to see why.
"She could not, however," [Marius] thought, "help feeling esteem and consideration for me, if she only knew that I am the veritable author of the dissertation on Marcos Obregon de la Ronde, which M. Francois de Neufchateau put, as though it were his own, at the head of his edition of Gil Blas."
Les Miserables, 2.6.5
I love this part so much because not only is it, according to Rose’s footnotes, a rather ludicrous act of petty vengeance on Hugo’s part, but the edition of Gil Blas Marius is referring to here was published in 1820, when Marius would have been 10 years old.
#it's javert
So. Apparently the existence of Actually Published Louise Michel/Victor Hugo History Fanfiction is something that interests people?
Well, HERE IT IS on Google Books. Written in 1999 by some French guy. (Yes,...
I've read that Louise Michel occasionally signed her name as Enjolras on personal correspondence, if that explains at least a sliver of this mystery.
Les Amis psuedo-advent 2013 » day 16 (belated)
"phee, december is almost over, how come you’re only just now uploading day 16 of your advent event?"
BECAUSE I MADE A DAMN COMMITMENT AND I AM GOING TO HONOUR IT EVEN IF IT TAKES ME TIL HALFWAY THROUGH THE NEXT YEAR
the more people say they don’t like seeing the triumvirate as POC the more aggressively i will draw the triumvirate as POC, just so you know
Truth! Freedom! Justice! And a hard-boiled egg!
A Discworld Fancast—Night Watch, Part Two
STARRING: Arthur Darvill as Young Vetinari Ben Kingsley as Dr. “Mossy” Lawn Aaron Tveit as Ned Coates Samuel Barnett as the Young Vimes Guy Henry as Findthee Swing
#I also cast Ramin Karimloo as Reg Shoe and Kathy Bates as Sibyl and Charles Dance as grown up Vetinari
GLORY BE SOMEONE REMEMBERS NED.
….Okay, so no one’s around Tumblr right now? PERFECT. Pinch hit for Poems Prayers and Revolutions, for the Miserable Holidays exchange. I am trying FANTASTICALLY hard not to criticize my own work, but ah, there are things I should definitely not try on a time limit, like perspective and anatomy and *forcibly pins own mouth shut*. But it was fun to draw?? I don’t know what they’re discussing. I mean I would be concerned about where my clothes had gone, but they’re dorks so PROBABLY IT’S POLITICS.
ahh, I love the warm colours and textures and - and I always liked this in your character designs, but it’s especially apparent here, but the differences in skin tones and body types are subtle but obvious. It’s really great! I love Jehan’s expression, too! :D
Prouvaire encounters Bahorel after a brawl, and is enchanted by his wounds.
my last artwork from the miserable holiday exchange, a gift for caroll-in!
Took a bunch of candles from my church’s Christmas service because I am CRIMINAL
MERRY CHRISTMAS SUCKAS LIGHT IT UP
But my friend you left so early! Surely something slipped your mind… You forgot I gave these also! Would you leave the best behind?
Apparently I had to draw these dorks today? WORKING ON SOME OTHER STUFF BUT WHOOPS GOTTA DRAW TEAM “KEEPIN’ THE FUN AWAY FROM THE FUNERAL” HERE.
"Most magnetically effective place" more like “closest to my boyfriend.” (also that stepladder is about to fall over and knock Bossuet over)
Night Vale’s Christmas tree. Assuming Santa risks flying over our little desert community~
can we just appreciate the freaking tentacles
ghost-of-christmas-sath said:why would anyone want them to live only sadness lies beyond the barricade
are you sure that isn't A WORLD YOU LONG TO SEE
eccecorinna said: Does that mean Joly, Bossuet, and Grantaire live?
no of course not didn't you watch the movie
LES MIS COFFEE SHOP AU: the barricade is built outside Café Musain.
dear tumblr merry christmas from sath and nisie!
best wishes for a wonderful christmas and great new year!
"Christmas mythology interests me — well, not at all, actually," said Courfeyrac, closing the window against the chill. The curtains had been torn down from his apartment again, this time because Carl had left abruptly through the pane.
"Pity," said Marius, tying a branch of mistletoe to his head in the manner of a lady’s bonnet, but somehow still innocent to the meaning. "It would be illuminating if you considered it in light of where your pet has gone."
"What, that he has flown from my room on the back of an enormous lobster, adorned himself with festive bells and red ribbons, and has joined a cat to deliver gifts and cholera inoculations to the children of Paris?"
"And has done for hundreds — no, thousands of years."
"Don’t be ridiculous," said Courfeyrac. "Carl is no older than I am."
Outside, the children of Paris screamed with joy to receive their holiday cheer, as they had done every Christmas for time immemorial.
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Early this morning, a red blur crashed through the window of the apartments standing above the Vintage Bar resale shop at 16 Rue de la Verrerie, jingling and wheezing.
Across Paris, children disposed of the useless cholera medicine, and received with more gratitude, as they have every year on this day, useless gifts like single macarons, slightly gnawed; and treasured antiques like a top hat bearing the initials R. de C. on the silk lining.
They will spend the rest of the year de-linting their carpets and black clothes, but filled inexplicably with holiday spirit and growing fear of lobsters.
ten little chances to be free
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Ten little bullets in my hand Ten little snipers neat and clean One for the king of this great land Two for the aristocracy Three for the bishops and the clergymen Four for the prefects of police Give me a chance, I’ll take the lot of them Ten little chances to be free Close your eyes, I’ll say when, count to ten
-James Fenton, original lyricist for Les Misérables
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Christmas present for my Dear Sweet Wife, because when you are in the Les Misérables fandom, a picture of a starving street urchin whose next stage instruction was [shot multiple times, dies] is entirely appropriate. I’m pretty sure she had All The Feels At Once, it was pretty impressive to watch.
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Deviantart version here.
So for Christmas Beloved Actual Spouse gave me, among other things, D.G. Charlton’s books on the French Romantics, and….this. The man GETS me.
