particolored-arts
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My point was with your phrasing which implied Fantine had forgotten how to appear fine, and had known that before, when before that she was a young street urchin and then working in the country, where it would not have been a concern as it was in the city. And I did say I agreed with the rest. Obviously it wasn't constant grinding misery.
? ?? ?? ?? okay? i interpret her character one way, you do another. i don't know you from adam's housecat, so like, it's all fine. yeah? go have an ice cream or something. i'm gonna eat one with m&ms in it. enjoy the rest of your day.
1. I didn't say Javert wasn't poor, but it was decidedly better to be a policeman than a factory worker.
2. I don't think Fantine forgot how to live on nothing, what she had to learn was to keep up appearances of doing okay, which before working as a piecemaker she wouldn't have known.
Other than that I agree.
ngl i'm a bit puzzled here. if after being fired she needed to keep up the appearance of doing okay, doesn't that mean that before being fired, she had the substance of it as well?
also, and i realize this is subjective, but constant grinding misery without any relief at all doesn't mean anything. i'd prefer to think that fantine had a little sunlight before the storm clouds came back. maybe you don't think of working in a factory as a bright spot, but (meme voice) it's honest work. and for a little while, it took care of cosette. and those things are important to fantine, so i'll take it as a win.
that's all i got. have a good day man
Casual reminder about Javert, published 1841 in ‘Pictures of the French’ by J. G. Janin.
No shiny uniforms, ponies, or hordes of obedient underlings there.
Saying Fantine 'got out of the gutter' is a bit of a stretch, no? She's a factory worker paying a couple to house her child, and is forced by circumstance to become a prostitute the moment she's fired. She dies of a venereal disease at twenty-some and is buried in an unmarked grave. That's hardly out of the gutter. Javert makes what is a deeply unlikely ascent, but an ascent nontheless: he's born in prison and becomes a police officer with a steady income. He definately rises higher than Fantine ever did, even if he started a bit below. Of the three, Valjean rises the highest, out of a combination of sheer luck and trickery.
ok, i haven't posted on this blog in ages, but here we go. i agree that she definitely died in the gutter, and didn't have all that far to fall back in. it was a very tenuous situation! that's part of the whole point of her story, how thin the breaking point is. ditto javert and valjean. if you think javert lived in anything but poverty even while licking the boot, well. to say nothing of valjean and his whole Deal (tm). they're three faces of the same problem! in this valvertine essay i will
but i have difficulty with the idea that she didn't make it out even a little. there's a bit in the brick where her neighbor marguerite has to teach fantine how to live off nothing, like making her petticoat into a coverlet and so forth -- which is to say, as a kid fantine knew how to live on nothing, but at some point in her paris life, she forgot, because she wasn't living on nothing. she had a job as a piecemaker, which didn't make her Not Poor but it did give her enough to like, you know. have a little left over to buy millet to feed birds at her windowsill, and spend the time it takes to care for her appearance (which when you have hair that falls to your knees is nothing to sneeze at). she could afford the kind of personal maintenance that would accent her natural beauty and catch a law student's eye. and even after tholomyes dumps her, even though she has to give cosette up, at the factory she is still making a living! not law-student-allowance living, but still! one of her lines at her arrest, that sticks with me a lot, is 'i used to have linens, so many linens.' you know? a fall hits harder if you make it off the ground first.
published the first new chapter of my ghost fantine fic in four years🎉
more ghosts whaaaaat
will never actually ''officially'' participate in nanowrimo because who's got the time. however, want to get back in the habit and therefore have made a little spreadsheet with graphs, and am actually writing again for the first time in months. numbers go up, brain goes wheeeee, story gets progress. feels good.
forgot to put it up on tumblr, whoops. chapter one of part two of the series, lead-up to the battle of ascalon. in which the lads begin to pine for each other like idiots without yet being able to discern that the pining is mutual, and also there’s a bit of espionage, just for fun
rolls up a year and a half late with starbucks and part one of the kaysanova getting-together fic series, in which nicky develops a conscience and absolutely no one gets together except to kill each other some more
rolls up a year and a half late with starbucks and part one of the kaysanova getting-together fic series, in which nicky develops a conscience and absolutely no one gets together except to kill each other some more
I understand that not everyone sees the big picture. I'm willing — we goblins are willing to make sacrifices to accelerate the collapse of this corrupt world. Yes, obviously some people will be hurt in the short term, and that's regrettable. But once the new world dawns ...
oots 1212.
pour one out for the patron saint of the sunk-cost fallacy.
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"Okay, let's go steal the Magisterium."
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leverage s3 & his dark materials s1 ; alec hardison/parker/eliot spencer ; multichapter ; rated T.
part six: a few more of the whys and the hows.
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"Okay, let's go steal the Magisterium."
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leverage s3 & his dark materials s1 ; alec hardison/parker/eliot spencer ; multichapter ; rated T.
part five: in which the threads intersect.
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"Okay, let's go steal the Magisterium."
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leverage s3 & his dark materials s1 ; alec hardison/parker/eliot spencer ; multichapter ; rated T.
part four: in which there is a little illumination, but not enough.
i know you didn't list it buuuut hardison/parker/eliot + 🎵?
“Can You Feel The Love Tonight” - Elton John
There’s a time for everyone if they only learn
That the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn
There’s a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors
When the heart of this star-crossed voyager beats in time with yours
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Eliot is used to Parker showing up on cat feet. There’s only one time she’s ever been able to startle him, and that was in Memphis; but it’s been a good three years since then, and a lot of the things that were messy then are tidy now. Not normal-person tidy – that ain’t the way Parker works, and it ain’t the way Hardison works – but tidy in a way that suits all three of them. An Arrangement with a capital letter.
So when Parker shows up on cat feet tonight while Eliot is in the middle of peeling potatoes for dinner, Eliot doesn’t grumble or snap. He only turns his head briefly to kiss her cheek.
“So if this is a parallel universe, what do you think it’s a parallel of?” says Parker.
Eliot finishes up his current potato and reaches for the next one. Just like he doesn’t startle when she pops up out of nowhere, he doesn’t protest her non sequitur of a question. “You and Hardison been watching more of that History Channel?”
“Just to yell at it.”
“You break the tv, I ain’t buying you a new one, Parker.”
Her nose scrunches. Even without looking, he knows the expression she’s got on right now. “Why would you ever buy a tv when you can steal it?”
Keep reading
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"Okay, let's go steal the Magisterium."
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leverage s3 & his dark materials s1 ; alec hardison/parker/eliot spencer ; multichapter ; rated T.
part three: in which the dominoes start falling a little faster.
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"Okay, let's go steal the Magisterium."
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leverage s3 & his dark materials s1 ; alec hardison/parker/eliot spencer ; multichapter ; rated T.
part two: in which a conversation may be had about autonomy.
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"Okay, let's go steal the Magisterium."
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leverage s3 & his dark materials s1 ; alec hardison/parker/eliot spencer ; multichapter ; rated T.
part one: in which the first domino falls.
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"Okay, let's go steal the Magisterium."
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leverage s3 & his dark materials s1 ; alec hardison/parker/eliot spencer ; multichapter ; rated T.
prologue: in which the stage is set.
Fictober Event, The prompts for 2020
Here is the list for October this year. Write something short (or long) and tag it with #fictober20 in the first five tags. Let’s see your creativity!
“no, come back!”
“that’s the easy part”
“you did this?”
“that didn’t stop you before”
“unacceptable, try again”
“that was impressive”
“yes I did, what about it?”
“I’m not doing that again”
“will you look at this?”
“all I ever wanted”
“I told you so”
“watch me”
“I missed this”
“you better leave now”
“not interested, thank you”
“I never wanted anything else”
“give me a minute or an hour”
“you don’t see it?”
“I can’t do this anymore”
“did I ask?”
“this, this makes it all worth it”
“and neither should you”
“do we have to?”
“are you kidding me?”
“sometimes you can even see”
“how about you trust me for once?”
“give me that”
“do I have to do everything here?”
“back up!”
“just say it”
“I trust you”
This event is open to all fanfiction and original fiction.
Start October the First. You do not have to do the prompts in order. Tag your posts with #fictober20. Please state if your entry is original fiction or fanfiction and what fandom at the top. State common warnings and triggers at the top and tag accordingly. I reserve the right to not reblog fics that I find inappropriate. I will reblog things here on @fictober-event, follow this blog to see all the entries.
Go forth and write!
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noot noot! book of nile please <3
“Lover’s Wreck” - Gaelic Storm
In my sleeping mind she sings a sad and lonely lullaby
And when I wake, there’s just the ache that’ll haunt me ‘til I die
It’s been two days now since he woke from the first death that wasn’t his and wasn’t drowning. Two days, and he’ll never wake from it again, but he can remember it now, in Val d'Argent, as clearly as he did on the train in Sudan: the heat of blood spilling out, the sharp pain, and most of all the shock.
He remembers her looking up at her friend’s face and thinking Oh, this is it. I didn’t think it would be like this.
He remembers her thinking, I don’t want to go.
It reminds him of how his own first death went. Of how he had been so sure he would survive, and then the stomach-dropping realization that he wouldn’t.
And then, of course, he did. And now she has, too.
He doesn’t want to go to sleep again. It was easier in Goussainville, knowing that Merrick’s men were coming but not knowing Nile, not really. But now Merrick’s men have come and gone and taken Nicky and Joe with them, and Andy is being weird and quieter than normal, and Nile …
Nile.
She shines, is the thing. Booker has tried, but he can’t take his eyes off her.
Keep reading
all the songs in the old guard soundtrack are songs on nile's playlist, gotg style. they're at a safehouse between jobs, and nile plays 'baby outlaw' by elle king for the group and when it hits the first chorus joe just. GRINS, and nicky is already holding out his hand and they start dancing full east coast swing at top speed, quick changes and turns and all, and andy pretends she is not also jamming along to the song but is not so secretly tapping her foot to the beat
john faa and maggie costa is the relationship we should be yammering about. asriel this marisa coulter that. where's the quiet strength, where's the unassuming command, the unflagging respect. where's the actual parental emotion and action instead of the occasional closeup on their face as they sadly contemplate the burden of being responsible for a child and then shirk it immediately. where's the love and tenderness. it's right there. with john faa, king of the western gyptians, and maggie costa, the best mother in the world, holding hands while they take the bolvangar children home. it is Right There.
missingrache replied to your post “looking into the depths of my WIP folder is always a weird mix of…”
a les mis au of What holli i’m dying to know
it is in my drafts as ‘les mis dads au’ and in it, for reasons that don’t need exploring at this juncture, Javert raises Cosette and Valjean raises the Thenardier kids and Cosette and Eponine meet again in Paris shortly before the failed revolution and that was as far as I got.
Sometimes I just sit and think about how Aziraphale and Crowley spent several years giving some ordinary human kid THE weirdest possible upbringing of all time.
I tried to draw Grantaire after a long time… apparently he gets hairier
you weren’t “born gay” lol you studied hamlet in english lit class in high school and that’s why you are the way you are
remind me again why i decided to get invested in game of thrones when there are fcking ice zombies and zombies are one of my least favorite horror tropes
Any gifsets of this yet? I would like to reblog 👀
Jon being called a “crow” was one of many nice callbacks in 8x2. And in the same episode as “who manipulated whom?” at that.
everybody is talking about that theon and sansa moment during the song and yeah it’s cute but why are we sleeping on the significance of sansa, the lady of winterfell who every northerner appears to respect considerably, eating the same thing in the same place as the smallfolk?
she’s not handing out bread to win them over as margaery did, she’s not eating more than necessary like cersei did, and she clearly understands the importance of food accessibility during the winter unlike daenerys. sansa organised a food train, sansa organised enough rations to at least temporarily feed thousands of people and kept the doors open prepared to take on more. sansa is out there on the ground along with all of jon’s people emphasising the importance of sticking together regardless of titles or loyalties.