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shit man this got me emotional

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was hunting for reviews of a certain les mis adaptation, these articles never disappoint

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this abbé sérapion guy and his insistent urge to check up on this poor guy who cannot handle his emotions whatsoever

just started la morte amoreuse, i hear it's about vampi—

poor country priest though I was,

i think i see the direction this is going.

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just started la morte amoreuse, i hear it's about vampi—

poor country priest though I was,

i think i see the direction this is going.

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just started la morte amoreuse, i hear it's about vampi—

poor country priest though I was,

i think i see the direction this is going.

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Prying my barricade day project out of my own hands and calling it done for now! Before I convince myself to add another element ><

the text is a (small!) part of Hugo's introduction to the concept of Emuete:

Of what is emuete composed? Of nothing and of everything. Of an electricity disengaged, little by little, of a flame suddenly darting forth, of a wandering force, of a passing breath. This breath encounters heads which speak, brains which dream, souls which suffer, passions which burn, wretchedness which howls, and bears them away. Whither? At random. Athwart the state, the laws, athwart prosperity and the insolence of others. Irritated convictions, embittered enthusiasms, agitated indignations, instincts of war which have been repressed, youthful courage which has been exalted, generous blindness; curiosity, the taste for change, the thirst for the unexpected, the sentiment which causes one to take pleasure in reading the posters for the new play, and love the prompter's whistle at the theatre; the vague hatreds, rancors, disappointments, every vanity which thinks that destiny has bankrupted it; discomfort, empty dreams, ambitious that are hedged about, whoever hopes for a downfall, some outcome, in short, at the very bottom, the rabble, that mud which catches fire,-- such are the elements of revolt. That which is grandest and that which is basest; the beings who prowl outside of all bounds, awaiting an occasion, bohemians, vagrants, vagabonds of the cross-roads, those who sleep at night in a desert of houses with no other roof than the cold clouds of heaven, those who, each day, demand their bread from chance and not from toil, the unknown of poverty and nothingness, the bare-armed, the bare-footed, belong to revolt. Whoever cherishes in his soul a secret revolt against any deed whatever on the part of the state, of life or of fate, is ripe for riot, and, as soon as it makes its appearance, he begins to quiver, and to feel himself borne away with the whirlwind.

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ignore the lack of attention paid to the anatomy i am just in shock

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why is tumblr getting murdered every time i try to upload an image. anyways. birds

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opened this chapter after listening to people talk about waterloo for an hour, i feel like i am still listening to people talk about waterloo

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star

timelapse

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karuta except the yomifuda is the first few words of a les mis chapter and all the chapter titles are laid out

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wait today (almost yesterday but shhh) is the chapter that made me go "oh there must be at least one fic on ao3 shipping madeleine and javert because of this scene. too bad they're minor characters"

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javert as explained by hugo

(egg-laying & original idea stolen from @pilferingapples)

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truly too busy making comically historically inaccurate renditions of the battle of hernani to satiate no one

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Captain: Why do you sing?

Édouard: Because then I am free. And so is everyone who wishes to listen.

Captain: But we're not free. And if you keep singing, they will cut out your tongue.

Édouard: Then we should all sing together and cut off their heads.

I mean... Come on... Even Édouard is unapologetically radical. You'd expect this type of character to be moderate but nope, he isn't. The only punishment for slavers of all kinds (humans and human-demon hybrids) is death.

They took this nonsense:

And said: yeah, what's wrong with that?

It's got this beautiful anti-GOT S8 feel weaved through it all.

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I II II L

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uhhhh various doodles for things i would never allow in a meter radius of my main blog (i say, posting for fandoms dangerously close to my main blog's tumblrsphere)