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a cosette fauchelevent

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victor hugo is lying to you. when enjolras was cornered by the national guard and grantaire surrendered his life alongside him he did NOT take his hand! he gave him a super gay kiss on the lips pass it on

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Boyy if you don’t stop yearning and get to the barricades rn….

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ENJOTAIRE!!!

Plz like and comment!

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Les Misérables (2012) dir. Tom Hooper The Fallen Angel (1847) by Alexandre Cabanel

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It’ll come, it’ll come.

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🍳🍳 (pretend there's no egg in the frying pan)

The colouring is based on one of Prema-Ja's colouring methods as a different approach than the way I usually do/study time👍

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dinner for the turtles

very much inspired by a scene from „In Somniis Veritas“ by bennyboyTallmadge

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65340364/chapters/168123439

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I looked at you once...

... and couldn't take my eyes off you anymore.

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Idk if I would ever finish this Innocent xiv coin merchs design…… it is front/back

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somewhere at the beginning of resignation au (which I posted only on twitter apparently), Thomas and Aldo got married, and Vincent was honestly genuinely very happy for them and definitely wasn't dying inside at the same time

several years later, Vincent resigned too bc he just can't take it anymore, and he came to visit Thomas and Aldo, planning to spend a couple of weeks at their place hiding away from the press (he also gravely miscalculated thinking he got over his crush on thomas and aldo)

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"I would have married you. If it were allowed for men like us"

Fisherman's Ring Ceremony of Pope John XXIV, being delivered by Cardinal Aldo Bellini.

Sketch:

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WE BUILT THIS CITY💥

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It was a quiet morning at the Holy See. The usual murmur of sandals on marble and murmured greetings echoed through the halls.

The Swiss Guard stood poised at their posts, unflinching. A sister adjusted a vase of lilies in the corridor near the bronze doors. A monsignor carried a sheaf of papers, eyes down, mind elsewhere.

And then—

A pause. A breath. A stir in the current.

Because Thomas Lawrence had returned.

He walked—walked—through the gates on his own two feet. No walker, no cane today. A little slower, yes. But upright, steady. Cardigan folded crisply over a tailored clergy shirt, new slacks pressed, collar neat. He looked less like a man in recovery and more like a force of nature reborn.

Heads turned.

A young nun gasped quietly and clutched her rosary.

One of the guards straightened almost imperceptibly and gave a tiny, unscheduled nod. A groundskeeper watering the flowers dropped his hose and forgot to pick it back up.

��Is that—?”

“Is he—?”

“That’s Cardinal Lawrence.”

No one dared say more. They just watched. In reverent, stunned silence.

And then a door at the far end opened—soft footsteps rushing over marble—and Vincent, in his white cassock, stepped into view.

He froze.

And his face broke into something between a smile and astonishment.

Thomas gave him a small, familiar smirk. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“You’re early,” Vincent replied softly.

Thomas shrugged. “I’m dressed, vertical, and unsupervised. Figured I’d come haunt the place.”

They embraced briefly, wordlessly—an arm around the shoulder, the warmth of a hand on a back, the way people who had nearly lost each other once do.

A nod from a Swiss Guard who straightened just slightly as Thomas passed through the gates.

A sister in the hallway who whispered “Grazie a Dio” beneath her breath when she saw him walking, proud, more color in his face than she remembered.

A seminarian paused mid-stride outside the sacristy just to stare, blinking like he wasn’t sure if it was really him. Thomas offered a small smile, and the young man smiled back, eyes shining.

There he was—Cardinal Lawrence, alive, hair grown back in, a sensible cardigan over his clergy shirt, reading glasses perched on his nose as he reviewed briefings like he hadn’t been exiled to a couch throne with lamb-shaped plush better part of a year.

Behind the glances, whispers and awe, the Church stirred with renewed energy.

The Dean had come home.

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Thomas swaddled in his blanket cocoon, blinked over the rim of his glasses.

He looked every bit the picture of exhausted monastic dignity. Well if if that monk had been through a dryer cycle and come out slightly crumpled, wrapped in tartan, with a stuffed lamb tucked beneath his arm.

“I swear to God, Kath—”

“Oh, don’t invoke Him, not when you’re the one ignoring your oncologist’s recommendations and trying to sneak off to work like a guilt-ridden altar boy.”

“I am the altar boy’s boss!” Thomas deadpanned

“Which is why you need a babysitter!” Katherine replied.

Thomas groaned, flopping back against the couch like a saint in martyrdom, muttering dire warnings about insubordination, divine retribution, and his inevitable return to the Holy See.

“Betrayed by my own sister.” He muttered.

“By the Holy Father who ordered me to rest.”

“By the Curia who who apparently grew a backbone in my absence. Rude.”

“You people are supposed to be my flesh and blood, my brothers in Christ. But I have been forsaken. Exiled to my sister’s couch.” He had the audacity to look like a sad wet cat.

Just made a noise halfway between a whimper and a sigh, curled tighter under the blanket, and buried his face in Lumen’s plush fleece.

The image was so absurd that Kathrine had to bite her lip to keep from laughing outright as the formidable priest was reduced to a pile of blanket, grump, and wool.

Somewhere across Rome, the Holy Father’s phone buzzed with a picture and no further context needed.

Kathy Lawrence:

Tell this man to rest.

Your Holiness.

😤🐑

It took a few minutes, but then her phone buzzed with a reply.

Vincent:

Tell him I said: by apostolic authority, rest is a sacrament today.

🙏🛏️🐑

Kathrine grinned, turning her screen so Thomas — still buried under the blanket — could see it.

“Guess what His Holiness just declared.”

Thomas peeked out, one bloodshot eye squinting at the screen. He groaned as he read the screen.

“Oh come on,” he muttered into Lumen’s fleece plushie body. “That’s not how sacraments work.”

“It is when you’re on house arrest,” she said cheerfully.

He muttered something unintelligible, possibly a curse in Latin, and pulled the blanket over his head again.

Kathy sent one last message:

Mission accomplished. He’s sulking. I think he might nap. Thanks, Vincent. 💙

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the conclave fandom is nott beating the racism allegations because what do you mean you're making edits of the racist fascist and calling him cunty (which he is! his politics is part of why he's such an interesting character!) but going radio silent on joshua adeyemi, one of the most interesting characters. the way that he sobbed after lawrence found out about sister shanumi and still asked him to pray for him, the fact that he denied it's his son until the very end, him calling tremblay "judas" (comparing himself with jesus christ in that moment) EVEN KNOWING WHAT HE'S DONE lives in my mind rent free.

like there's so much about him as a character!! he's risen this high in the vatican ranks and yet he's still seen as an outsider by the white conservatives because of his skin colour. he has reactionary views on sex and yet exploited shanumi himself and still refuses to admit it after all these years. he's a supposed champion of traditional catholic values yet breaks every one of them himself. adeyemi's exertion of power over shanumi and refusal to admit it contrasts benitez's acknowledgement of the nuns from the start and bellini's performative centrist view of women's roles. there's legitimately so much to be said about how adeyemi sees himself as a worthy candidate and how his popedom would've inherently been groundbreaking just for existing, and the way he begs for forgiveness at the same time as denying his crimes. tesco and adeyemi are both legitimately interesting as reactionaries in the church but people can't deal with nuance in poc.

"tabasco is my worstie <3 he's my problematic fave <3" look i think the vaping grandpappy is as cunty as the next person but can we please talk about the equally interesting black character and not just the racist character this way

"adeyemi is a bad person" AND TOBACCO ISN'T????

"but tedious serves cunt" ADEYEMI SERVED AS MUCH CUNT IN THE SINGULAR WORD 'JUDAS' AS ALL OF TEDTALK'S VAPE SHOTS COMBINED