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Seems like it was maybe @poetrysmashparty week recently rich calls for this STILL EXTREMELY RELEVANT song by Bahorel and Prouvaire 🤜🏻👮‍♂️

it’s Poetry Smash Week!!!

Prouvaire and Bahorel debut their brand new risqué song at the Musain’s open mic night

dear john denver,  i am so sorry but country roads take me home is all i can play on the piano love you always, -Eli

also for reference just in case:

Prouvaire = floral shirt Bahorel = hat & sunglasses Grantaire = black jacket, black beanie  Enjolras = red hoodie

lyrics under the cut

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In honor of my parents letting me know that they are not coming to my wedding because of god or whatever, here are some of me and Mike’s engagement photos

QUEER JOY MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND

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one more drawing done in the trenches of my university exams

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I met Elijah Wood and Jed Brophy today and I am so fucking HAPPY!

that’s really great for you, Xan. Please stop messaging me and stalking my friends and fiancé

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I LOVE THEM

A silly little album cover to go with this amazing video by @thecandlesticksfromlesmis

Also you may have to click it because of the quality. I promise the actually photo is good.

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Les Mis quotes for Protest Signs

Not being heard is no reason for silence

You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future

The future has several names. For the weak, it is impossible; for the fainthearted, it is unknown; but for the valiant, it is ideal.

There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.

If you wish to understand what Revolution is, call it Progress; and if you wish to understand what Progress is, call it Tomorrow.

Let us sacrifice one day to gain perhaps a whole life

There comes an hour when protest no longer suffices; after philosophy there must be action; the strong hand finishes what the idea has sketched.

To lie a little is not possible: he who lies, lies the whole lie.

The brutalities of progress are called revolution

There are accepted revolutions, revolutions which are called revolutions; there are refused revolutions, which are called riots.

Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves.

The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness

Revolutions are not born of chance but of necessity

No army can stop an idea whose time has come

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Episode one is here! 

CC is available. 

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All That’s Left of Us, is a 7 part Les Amis web series centered around Marius Pontmercy’s experiences after the barricades when he discovers that he is not the only member of Les Amis who is still alive. 

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Episode 2 | Episode 3 | Episode 4 | Episode 5 | Episode 6 | Episode 7

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Do you hear the people sing

Lost in the valley of the night?

It is the music of a people

Who are climbing to the light.

Happy @barricadeday! I thought I would redraw my first ever barricade day art from 11 years ago.

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When our truth is burned from history

By those who figured justice in fond memory, witness me

Like fire weeping from a cedar tree

Know that my love would burn with me

We'll live eternally

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❤️ Happy Barricade Day 2025 ❤️ @barricadeday

I’m early for the Shooting a Flower prompt, but I couldn’t wait to share this. I think it’s some of my best work.

Please do not post to other sites without permission.

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just out of reach

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Happy barricade day citizens!!!!!!

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This was a remarkable group.

It vanished in the invisible depths which lie behind us.

At the point of this drama which we have now reached,

it will not perhaps be superfluous to throw a ray of light upon these youthful heads,

before the reader beholds them plunging into the shadow of a tragic adventure.

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OPENING UP MY INBOX FOR THE WEEK!

How? Send me a screenshot of any donation (you can censor private info) and a doodle request and I will post it and tag you

When? For the next 7 days!

What will doodles look like? Black and white as I will be using my work tablet to draw at school. Like this!

Why? Israel has been blockading any attempt at sending aid and people are being purposefully starved. We have never seen such a quick and deliberate starvation of this many people in the history of mankind. It is genocide. This fandom cares about the causes of the wretched of the Earth so put our money where our mouth is.

I've just donated $25.00 to Maram Ahmed, mother of three, Malik (8 years old), Ibrahim (6 years old), and Ziad (3 years old), #575 on @gazavetters. Her husband has been injured and is unable to work and she needs money to buy food as prices skyrocket and the blockade continues. They used to own a shop but it has been destroyed. Please consider donating to her, but I will accept other charities.

(tagging @barricadeday just in case they feel like sharing, no pressure)

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Night Begins to Descend Upon Grantaire, Part 3

An omnibus with two white horses passed the end of the street.

Bossuet strode over the paving-stones, ran to it, stopped the driver,

made the passengers alight, offered his hand to "the ladies,"

dismissed the conductor, and returned, leading the vehicle and the horses by the bridle.

Omnibuses," said he, "do not pass the Corinthe. Non licet omnibus adire Corinthum."

An instant later, the horses were unharnessed and went off at their will, through the Rue Mondétour, and the omnibus lying on its side completed the bar across the street.

Mame Hucheloup, quite upset, had taken refuge in the first story.

Her eyes were vague, and stared without seeing anything, and she cried in a low tone. Her terrified shrieks did not dare to emerge from her throat.

"The end of the world has come," she muttered.

Joly deposited a kiss on Mame Hucheloup's fat, red, wrinkled neck, and said to Grantaire: "My dear fellow, I have always regarded a woman's neck as an infinitely delicate thing."

But Grantaire attained to the highest regions of dithryamb.

Matelote had mounted to the first floor once more, Grantaire seized her round her waist, and gave vent to long bursts of laughter at the window.

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“What a pity!” said Combeferre. “What hideous things these butcheries are! Come, when there are no more kings, there will be no more war. Enjolras, you are taking aim at that sergeant, you are not looking at him. Fancy, he is a charming young man; he is intrepid; it is evident that he is thoughtful; those young artillery-men are very well educated; he has a father, a mother, a family; he is probably in love; he is not more than five and twent at the most; he might be your brother.” “He is,” said Enjolras. “Yes,” replied Combeferre, “he is mine too. Well, let us not kill him.” “Let me alone, it must be done.” And a tear trickled slowly down Enjolras’ marble cheek.”

I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE QUALITY IM PISSED ABOUT IT anyway barricade day woohoooo!!! this scene hit me so bad and i htink about it oh so often so of course i needed to draw it. specifically i chose the shoujo cosette scene as reference !!

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a common misconception

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Barricade day 🥲