what he said: drink with me to days gone by could it be your fear to die will the world remember you when you fall could it be your death means nothing at all is your life just one more lie
what he meant: before the we all die does anyone wanna admit they have a crush on me 👉👈🥺
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Sooo.... Back in 2018 I uploaded a series of Barricade Day pictures that somehow did not contain a single person in it. This year, it’s just a single picture that contains.... absolutely no sign of a barricade or fighting or dying WTF did you manage to forget what day it is.
I actually did Have Serious Plans for another comic this year, just not the time to render it out fully, alas. So at least one person gets a reprieve, and you all get an incongruously, inexplicably cheery doodle of a bunch of inappropriately under-dressed guys sitting around at a cafe someplace. Or something. Y’know. Happy Barricade Day 2023? ;)
[If you’d rather have angst from me anyway, here’s my collection of Barricade Day comics from years past]
[Also, the map on the wall is a reference to an old fic by AMarguerite’s, whose link I cannot find, but has to do with finding Enjolras the perfect gift. If anyone can remember this, please tag!]
happy late barricade day!! here's a redraw of my very first piece of les mis fanart. i know this is super late now but tbf i started it on barricade day so shh i get points for that
The murderer turned and saw before him the cold, white face of Enjolras. Enjolras held a pistol in his hand.
He had come at the sound of the gunfire. With his left hand he grabbed Le Cabuc by his collar, overall, shirt and braces.
‘On your knees!’ he repeated.
And with sovereign command, the slight young man of twenty bent the sturdy, thickset housebreaker like a reed and brought him to his knees in the mud. Le Cabuc tried to resist, but he seemed to have been seized by a superhuman hand.
Pale and dishevelled, his throat bared, Enjolras, with his womanly face, had at that moment something of ancient Themis about him. His flaring nostrils, his downcast eyes, gave to his implacable Greek profile that expression of wrath and that expression of chastity that for the ancient world are appropriate to justice.
Everyone from the barricade had come running, then they had all drawn up in a circle, at a distance, feeling there was nothing they could say about what they were going to see.
Defeated, Le Cabuc no longer made any attempt to struggle, and trembled in every limb. Enjolras released him and drew out his watch.
‘Prepare yourself,’ he said. ‘With prayer or reflection. You have one minute.”
The Art of Les Mis by Erin Kahn, Pieces of Cate, and Lyra for Barricades: A Les Mis Convention 2022
Transcript:
So here’s the last Bayard to look at. This is The Fifth of June, 1832, and obviously I wanted to talk about this because it seems like it’s basically a direct echo of Liberty Leading the People. We’ve got this powerful female figure leading the charge. We’ve got the men around her of different social classes and the streets being torn up, the gunfire and smoke in the air. So again, it really just shows how pivotal this work was.
Happy Barricade Day!
Barricades: A Les Mis Convention will run 14-16 July, 2023. Tickets can be found here.