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once again the answer to "is everything terrible forever , woe, doom, or do I need to eat lunch" turns out to be Lunch
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One week 'til J/B/M week 2024!!
Writers ready your keyboards, artists ready your pens, from April 21st to 27th 2024 we will dedicate each and every day to our favourite Les Mis polycule: Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta. Here's how you can get ready:
- mark your calendars: April 21st - 27th 2024
- follow @jbm-week
- follow the hashtag #jbm week 2024
- start creating 💕
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All types of fanworks are welcome, but please refrain from using Al
NSFW is allowed and we will tag anything that's NSFW properly when reblogging it, along with any other large triggers: eg. blood, etc.
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We will have optional prompts/themes for each day for added inspiration and for anyone who wants to follow along daily! Keep an eye out for the prompt list coming later this week 👀
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pilferingapples · 4 hours
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Reblog to curse your followers and mutuals.
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pilferingapples · 5 hours
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All those places which you no longer behold, which you may never behold again, perchance, and whose memory you have cherished, take on a melancholy charm, recur to your mind with the melancholy of an apparition… and you love them; and you call them up as they are, as they were, and you persist in this, and you will submit to no change: for you are attached to the figure of your fatherland as to the face of your mother.
(I’m sobbing.) Yes, Vicky, it sucks to be forced to leave your beloved city and your beloved country.
Hugo’s lament and melancholy about Paris, which he left and would never see the same way again due to Haussmann’s drastic changes, is heart-wrenching. And he converts his memories of Paris streets into details of Valjean’s route—it’s a mere recitation of old street names: “He took a circuit, turned into the Passage des Patriarches, which was closed on account of the hour, strode along the Rue de l’Épée-de-Bois and the Rue de l’Arbalète, and plunged into the Rue des Postes,” and so on and so on.
Valjean navigating the Paris streets with his poacher’s instincts is remarkable. The chapter abounds with animalistic metaphors. The old man adeptly uses the moonlight to his advantage—concealing himself in shadows while observing moonlit streets to assess his pursuers, ensuring Javert is among them. After all, all four men chasing him resemble Javert: tall, clad in long coats, brandishing cudgels. When the moon illuminates one of them, “Jean Valjean recognized Javert perfectly.”
Poor little Cosette! She followed Valjean in full obedience, and it’s heartwarming that she felt safe with him. However, Valjean “knew no more where he was going than did Cosette.” Oh...
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pilferingapples · 5 hours
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' why are my ancient ass posts going around again' and other terrifying tumblr life questions
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pilferingapples · 5 hours
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Today in “Is it Vautrin or Montecristo?” we’ve got:
Fiery eyes
haughty and disdainful
aprox 40 yo
formed to rule the young men he associated with (!)
exerts the power of fascination
“(..)he had the fiery eyes that seem to penetrate to the very soul, and the haughty and disdainful upper lip that gives to the words it utters a peculiar character that impresses them on the minds of those to whom they are addressed.
The [redacted] was no longer young. He was at least forty; and yet it was easy to understand that he was formed to rule the young men with whom he associated at present. And, to complete his resemblance with the fantastic heroes of the English poet, the count seemed to have the power of fascination.”
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pilferingapples · 5 hours
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til there was going to be a Hand of Glory play ?!?!??!
In 1850, Nerval composed a scenario with Auguste Maquet, entitled La Main de gloire, in which the basic plot of La Main enchantée is modified
It was sadly given a more moral happy ending {xD nooooo}
he does [REDACTED for spoilers] make a main de gloire, but resists the temptation to use it for evil, eventually throwing it on the ground and extinguishing it.
That’s hilariously awful xD
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pilferingapples · 5 hours
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Often the shepherd, preoccupied by the concern of wolves, dreams that he too becomes a wolf, and sleep will give him these bloody instincts so deadly to his herds. He craves pulsating flesh, he is blood-thirsty, he drags himself on all fours around the stable, letting out a savage howl so typical of nightmares, and that so horribly resembles that of famished hyenas. And if by some fatal chance he crosses paths with a poor and lost animal, still too young to run away, you will perhaps find him with his hands bound in its wool, and menacing with an innocent tooth his most cherished lamb. –Do not say that werewolves do not exist. Lycanthropy is a phenomenon of sleep; and this horrible perception, likelier to extend itself than the vast number of ordinary illusions in nightmares, has entered positive life under the name of a malady known to your doctors. I know not whether they have recognised its origin, for I have never read a modern medical book; but I would regret it were it not the case, because it seems to me that were this theory deepened by a philosopher, it would be quite useful to the treatment and cure of most cases of monomania, that are perhaps only the extended perception of a sensation we acquire in this fantastical life that constitutes half of our own, the life of the sleeping man.
Charles Nodier, De Quelques phénomènes du sommeil (1831)
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Someone get me in touch with the les mis costume supervisor. Are we washing eponine's blouse everynight? Are there several in rotation? Does it get on the inside of the coat? How are we making sure Marius doesn't get covered in blood everynight? These are the things I need to know and no one is talking about. Les mis fandom speak to me.
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pilferingapples · 13 hours
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I saw Les Mis tonight.
There were 12 amis.
I really want to know which one was Tutti.
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pilferingapples · 13 hours
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I think i really gotta read the brick at some point cause every week someone will mention a new character and i have never heard them mentioned before in any other post like i didnt know there were this many french people
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pilferingapples · 17 hours
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I want to do a version of Les Mis where everyone's songs are replaced with that Gavroche introduction.
Big "My name is BLANK and I'm here to say" energy, is what I'm going for
(LOOK DOWN orchestral intro swells then suddenly cuts out)
'OW DO YA DO, MY NAME'S JAVERT I'M A POLICEMAN, YOU'RE A THIEF YOU MAY NOW BE ON PAROLE BUT NO-ONE CAN CHANGE, THAT'S MY BELIEF
(immediate reply)
'OW DO YA DO, MY NAME'S VALJEAN I ONLY STOLE A LOAF OF BREAD PAY ATTENTION TO HOW I LIFT THE KNOWLEDGE WILL STAND YOU IN GOOD STEAD
and it would just go on like that for, like, 2 hours of shouty vaguely-cockney-accented exposition (granted, i feel like it'd be a bit unbearable by 2 minutes... but still)
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