#clopin

[thehunchcast]

(The latter, in our humble opinion.)

[fifthnail]

favorite Disney princess

[a-todd-illustration]

Quasimodo Raised By His Mom AU

Night festival

[thondsarchives]

There's 'good noose' tonight

art by @ectovampz

We don't forgive nor forget what ICE is doing to our families. We all carry hispanic and latino blood, some of us in our veins and some others in their hands. In moments like this, silence is violence too. Fuck ICE.

[frenchublog]

[saritawolff]

If Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame would’ve come out just like… two decades later, Tumblr girlies would have been all over Clopin. He was like tailor-made to be a Tumblr sexyman.

Silly little jester outfit ✔️

Secret sinister side ✔️

Shirtless for a scene??? And he has love handles to boot ✔️

Good with kids ✔️

That freakin note he holds like 🔔Bells🔔of🔔Notre✨DAAAMMMMEEE✨

The cathedral may have bells but Clopin has PIPES. He also has three whole songs on the soundtrack + a reprise. That’s four songs. Quasimodo has two and Esmerelda has one. They’re all beautiful songs and this is one of, if not the best Disney soundtracks of all time, and this one side character gets to sing like half of the songs.

Anyway, y’all slept on this man

[vasyandii]

Thank you sweet thing

[claude--frollo]

In the shadow of Notre Dame Cathedral, Clopin Trouillefou, the king of the vagabonds, crept up to the gloomy Claude Frollo, who stood by the column, with a sly grin. “Oh, venerable judge, how gloomy your face!” sang Clopin, bowing theatrically. “Would you like me, a humble gypsy, to amuse you with a song or… in some other way?” He winked, adjusting the colorful scarf around his neck. Frollo turned, clenching his fists, his eyes blazing with anger. “You miserable buffoon! How dare you, a dirty vagabond, address me with such impudence?” he growled, clutching the cross on his chest, as if it could protect him from Clopin’s impudence. “Oh, do not be angry, my stern master!” Clopin feigned a sigh, stepping closer. - Your severity only inflames my heart! Will you not give a poor poet a chance to win your... favor? - Away, vile actor! - Frollo, turning purple with rage, stepped back, tripping over a stone. - I will order the guards to burn you in the square if you do not disappear! Clopin burst out laughing, deftly jumping away. - Until next time, my fiery judge! - he shouted, dissolving into the crowd, leaving Frollo seething with anger and embarrassment.