a linstead of grantaires
I can imagine how it is. Ecstasies where they forgot to kiss. Chaste on Earth, but coupling in the infinite. They are souls that have senses. They sleep together in the stars.
Charles Marville, the 19th-century photographer who documented old parts of Paris destined for demolition, turns out to be a man for our time.
On photos of pre-Haussmann Paris, which the piece refers to as “the Paris of Victor Hugo and Les Misérables.”
Apologies for the corny filtered background, I got lazy. Well, lazier.
Anyway; a realistic version of my modern AU Grantaire design based on an image of Louis Garrel that I photoshopped to be less handsome (but it didn’t work). I’ve included a version without the naff background for the sake of it.
what i am looking for in a boyfriend
- basically if you are not combeferre i want you to leave me alone
"I didn’t think you of all people would be so squeamish," Jehan tells Combeferre. "Aren’t you a man of science? Don’t you dissect things all the time?"
"Well but I do not RUB BLOOD ALL OVER MY FACE ON A REGULAR BASIS," says Combeferre. "WAS THAT REAL BLOOD, JEHAN? IT SMELLED LIKE REAL BLOOD. WHERE DID YOU GET A REAL HEART?”
Happy Valentine’s Day, guys! Hope your lives are going well and everything is wonderful! Please insert your own morbid final punchline about the lack of festivities on February 14, 1833 here u__u
Fra Fee as Jean Prouvaire, Adam Linstead as Grantaire and Daniel Huttlestone as Gavroche
now i’m just thinking about enjolras and his hair-pulling kink and how before he got together with grantaire he didn’t even know about it, but he was always playing with his own hair and wrapping it around his fingers and fluffing it up and smoothing it back down again and…
IT’S FINALLY DONE. I HAVE FINISHED MY BARRICADE DRAWING.
The chief, the guide and the centre on a big pile of furniture that’ll become their funeral pyre. Self explanatory, really.
CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT TORONTO VIDEO FOOTAGE?!?!?!?!?!
A group which barely missed becoming historic