vouksen said: mitt romney

revolutionarygirlshati:

well we are…politically…opposed…and i resent that he’s sort of from massachusetts.

okay. but seriously. he looks like a werewolf. sometimes i look at people and i think: you could be a lizard wearing a people suit. (i think it with respect, lizards are great.) but mitt romney is not a lizard wearing a people suit. he has…so many teeth…and his smile just looks like he is thinking: the second the moon is full i will turn into bad cgi interspersed with shots of someone in a rubber mask and fur suit and eat the neighborhood cats and occasional raccoon.

actually, can werewolves eat raccoons? like they do hunt in packs, but in a one-on-one fight i’d put my money on the raccoons.

I am reblogging this to explain a) Shati, and b) why Shati drops Mitt Romney prompts in my askbox every time I’m foolish enough to do an open-ended meme.

But mostly Shati. She defies explanation, but this is a decent start.

snk-potato-girl:

commit-seppuku-konoyaro:

fabflyingfox:

johntgonzales:

crocketingsolly:

johntgonzales:

trying to turn my lil bro into a furry. any tips?

"I can help"

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this means something. right?

[LOUD ANGRY YELLING]

this fucking fandom has the most painful jokes ever

THIS IS TOO FAR

THIS IS SO HORRIBLE that I can’t not reblog it, cackling to myself.  Well played to the horrible person upthread.

artificialities said: Enjolras and Feuilly, 1830. Punctuate as you like, and stick in ficverses as you like. *serene*

robertawickham:

Ahahahahaha. Okay, so, this is basically artificialities daring me to write Enjolras/Feuilly with the Feuilly backstory from The Last Laugh. I also love Enjolras/Feuilly with the less unorthodox Feuilly backstories, don’t get me wrong, but this is a thinly veiled dare, and I took the dare. If you have very strong opinions on who Enjolras should and should not be shipped with, you might want to give this one a miss.

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YAY I AM SO GLAD YOU TOOK THE DARE AND WROTE THE THING. 

Because of general cackling over a successful dare, of course, but also (and in fact primarily) because this is really really good — emotionally plausible IMO, and a fascinating other perspective on The Last Laugh, and god, the bit about lying to gendarmes.  That part is incredibly perfect.

Notice of absence

I realize I’m hardly a prolific poster anyway, but I suppose I ought to say that I’m about to vanish for a week!  Going on vacation to dance in the the middle of the woods, where I will have no wifi and only patchy cell signal, and lots of planned activities to occupy my time.

Have a lovely week without me, and catch you once I’ve a) returned and b) probably slept for a billion hours.  :D

artificialities said: For the writing sausage meme: Uhhhh. I will be unpredictable and NOT go for the usual suspect(s)! In which case: "Phalanstery"?

robertawickham:

Sure, here goes! Fic is here. Also, looking at it, I remember tagging it on AO3 as “Fluff”, which…it kind of is, by Les Mis fic standards? I mean, no named character dies. But even so, I still find that tag darkly amusing. Tagging artificialities so she knows I got around to this!

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I forever love this fic, and I love this meta about it.  So much excellent friendship and nuance!

(I love the, uh, extremely loose definition of fluff that Les Mis fandom holds.  “No named character dies onscreen, THAT’S CLOSE ENOUGH.”)

artificialities:

pilferingapples:

thecoffeetragedy:

midshipmankennedy:

pilferingapples:

piningzayn:

watching a production of les mis and this is in the program


#what is this devil #les miserables #enjolras #gross sobbing at 6 in the morning #cause: this??? #he’s with bahorel when he writes this that’s why he isn’t mentionned duh (via the coffee tragedy)pfft, PLEASE, Bahorel WROTE this, because haha, Enjolras even thinking about drinks! He left his name out of the count so everyone would figure out it wasn’t REALLY Fearless Leader because hey, he doesn’t want to MALIGN the guy, or confuse anyone so much they shoot themselves in the foot. AND IT’S OKAY HE CAN DO THAT HE’S IMMORTAL THE STREETS THEMSELVES WILL RISE AND EVERYONE WILL GO BACK TO THE TAVERN FOR CAKE AND FANCY WINE THAT’S HOW IT GOES *cries*


Enjolras seeing the note and being all confused for a moment because, of course, he would be WILLING to provide cheer for his friends, but he definitely didn’t think to offer that, until he recognizes one of Bahorel’s many handwritings and figures out that’s why his name is missing
but he decides he’ll get them the first round anyway since apparently that is Good To Do! and Bahorel can do the second
but they never drink together again.

it got better
and by better i mean more heartbreaking


#this fucking book though #it’s not enjolras’ style anyway #he’d never be so casual about it #(not that i know how he *would* phrase it #i just spent several minutes trying to figure out how enjolras would say ‘first round’s on me’ #and failed miserably #not that he wouldn’t do it — i just don’t know how he’d *say* it #especially not while he’s caught up in righteous fury and revolutionary fervor) #it’s definitely bahorel’s style though #and half the joke is that enjolras wouldn’t say it that way #though it might be in enjolras’ handwriting or something close to it #i bet bahorel can mimic handwriting with uncanny accuracy #back when he was still pretending to try at being a student he’d turn in assign #*assignments in blondeau’s handwriting #and maybe he played cyrano for joly in the very early stages of joly’s courtship of musichetta #when he hadn’t quite realized yet that she liked him back because he’s cute as hell and whip smart #and thought that he had to be suave and smoldering instead #so bahorel wrote her letters in joly’s handwriting for him #only eventually joly realized that bahorel was slipping in a horrifying number of dirty jokes and naughty references #and he turned white and rushed to apologize to her #and the whole story spilled out and she laughed until she almost cried and said she’d figured they probably weren’t from him anyway #and that his friend sounded quite amusing but frankly she’d rather have joly #and then he turned red and there was kissing and no one let him live it down for ages(via kingedmundsroyalmurder)Aaaaand NOW IT’S ADORABLE AND FUNNY AGAIN. 


"My friends," cried Enjolras.  His eyes blazed; the revolutionary joy shone forth from him; those around him watched arrested, their faces turned to him like sunflowers in a field.  He might have been a portrayal of an angel in stained glass, save that he breathed, and save that the devils he had set himself against were those named Poverty and Oppression and Inequality.  "My friends, tomorrow is a day of reckoning.  The cracks have spread to the base of the dam which holds back the gathered force of the people’s anger.  Tomorrow, the flood.  It will sweep through the streets of Paris; it will wash clean all of France.  Have faith.  Gather the ammunition of your hearts.  There is no bullet which strikes harder, no powder-keg more explosive.  You are all the greatest strength of France, you and the other true hearts which will join with us.  We know what we risk.  More, we know why.  Liberty — equality — fraternity for all!  An end to the old world in which the few oppress the many, in which truth is a rare currency traded in secret, in which misery flourishes and liberty withers.  If all goes as I hope, my friends, after tomorrow we will live in the bright dawn of a new world.  We will celebrate together in that world.  Hope will breathe free.  The work at hand will be the joyful striving of free men standing together in the light.  Possibility realized, the newly planted garden to safeguard, the labor no longer to tear down but to build up, upon a foundation built of the solid stone of mankind’s birthright.  That is, the social contact of free citizens.  If we die, it will be in the building of that foundation."
Bahorel, at a nearby table, was bent over a sheet of paper.  The words on it, curious to say, were written in a near match for Enjolras’s cramped handwriting, though it was Bahorel’s pen which moved.  He could be heard muttering: “Drinks — are — on — me.  There!”  He straightened, regarding his handiwork with pride.  To Jean Prouvaire, he added, “I have reduced his dozens of words to four.  Combeferre never does half so well.  Enjolras ought to congratulate me, I think.  I will tell him so tomorrow.”

I am reblogging this solely because I had 100% forgotten I ever wrote it.  (I found it when looking through my “my fic” tag for the original posting of another fic, and scrolled down this post with a dawning recollection that I had maybe written something to the prompt and zero memory what that might have been.  But I’m still proud of the combination of rhetoric and, er, Bahorel.)

artificialities:

pilferingapples:

thecoffeetragedy:

midshipmankennedy:

pilferingapples:

piningzayn:

watching a production of les mis and this is in the program

Enjolras seeing the note and being all confused for a moment because, of course, he would be WILLING to provide cheer for his friends, but he definitely didn’t think to offer that, until he recognizes one of Bahorel’s many handwritings and figures out that’s why his name is missing

but he decides he’ll get them the first round anyway since apparently that is Good To Do! and Bahorel can do the second

but they never drink together again.

it got better

and by better i mean more heartbreaking

"My friends," cried Enjolras.  His eyes blazed; the revolutionary joy shone forth from him; those around him watched arrested, their faces turned to him like sunflowers in a field.  He might have been a portrayal of an angel in stained glass, save that he breathed, and save that the devils he had set himself against were those named Poverty and Oppression and Inequality.  "My friends, tomorrow is a day of reckoning.  The cracks have spread to the base of the dam which holds back the gathered force of the people’s anger.  Tomorrow, the flood.  It will sweep through the streets of Paris; it will wash clean all of France.  Have faith.  Gather the ammunition of your hearts.  There is no bullet which strikes harder, no powder-keg more explosive.  You are all the greatest strength of France, you and the other true hearts which will join with us.  We know what we risk.  More, we know why.  Liberty — equality — fraternity for all!  An end to the old world in which the few oppress the many, in which truth is a rare currency traded in secret, in which misery flourishes and liberty withers.  If all goes as I hope, my friends, after tomorrow we will live in the bright dawn of a new world.  We will celebrate together in that world.  Hope will breathe free.  The work at hand will be the joyful striving of free men standing together in the light.  Possibility realized, the newly planted garden to safeguard, the labor no longer to tear down but to build up, upon a foundation built of the solid stone of mankind’s birthright.  That is, the social contact of free citizens.  If we die, it will be in the building of that foundation."

Bahorel, at a nearby table, was bent over a sheet of paper.  The words on it, curious to say, were written in a near match for Enjolras’s cramped handwriting, though it was Bahorel’s pen which moved.  He could be heard muttering: “Drinks — are — on — me.  There!”  He straightened, regarding his handiwork with pride.  To Jean Prouvaire, he added, “I have reduced his dozens of words to four.  Combeferre never does half so well.  Enjolras ought to congratulate me, I think.  I will tell him so tomorrow.”

I am reblogging this solely because I had 100% forgotten I ever wrote it.  (I found it when looking through my “my fic” tag for the original posting of another fic, and scrolled down this post with a dawning recollection that I had maybe written something to the prompt and zero memory what that might have been.  But I’m still proud of the combination of rhetoric and, er, Bahorel.)

robertawickham said: Hello! For the writing meme: the Fantine fix-it fic (well, kind of a fix-it, for values of fix-it that are still fairly gloomy, all things considered)?

Heeee. All right, AGES LATER, After Winter, Spring it is!  Lots of ridiculously long-winded muttering below the cut:

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cerberusia said: Good on you for that measured, comprehensive response - I myself am a dedicated pacifist and have strong feelings about the power of nonviolence, but the Les Amis are products of their historical context and OP is, well, 'fundamentally wrong' is the nicest way I can put it.

pilferingapples:

edwarddespard:

Many thanks for your message. I do respect the pacifist position - one reason I put in caveats about the delineation between “legitimate” and “illegitimate” combatants is that there can be arguments made it’s a false distinction. Hugo’s comment about all wars being civil wars touches on this. One of the most interesting aspects to Enjolras’ character is that he’s fully aware of the problematical nature of using violence to bring an end to violence and acknowledges this - far from being gung ho or naive about it, he becomes Hugo’s mouthpiece to explore the problem, and it is left unresolved.

It becomes very problematic when this is viewed in isolation or out of context. The Amis, and many/most of their republican comrades, do not have the avenues of protest and participation in political processes that many of us (depending on our nationality) have today - while that access isn’t perfect, and privileges some societal groups over others, it is more inclusive than it was in 1832 when even drawing a picture of the king with the head of a pear could land you in gaol and facing repeated harrassment. It also leaves unaddressed the violence of the state against its population, and in a sense victim blames them when they respond. What is the solution, if physical resistance is held to be “naive” and non-physical violence is also supressed? Are you to avoid even non-physical criticism of the government that could see you in gaol? To passively accept that you have severe restrictions on congretating in groups larger than twenty, to accept that you are not allowed a voice through the press as the government uses the machinery of law to silence you, to accept that the government in the midst of a cholera epidemic killing thousands has the right to seek reparations from public funds for the rabbits killed in the 1830 Revolution (yes, they were actually doing this)? To believe that the silk workers of Lyon have no right to march in protest at their working conditions without being brutally supressed by government forces? To believe that government forces have the right to enter a building on a dubious pretext and slaughter most of its occupants, and then cover it up so that no man who participates in the massacre ever faces repercussions? And finally, to condemn those who take to the barricades in 1832 as “murderers” when the government they oppose rode in to power merely two years before on the backs of the same men using the same tactics.

You can disagree with the methodology or ideals of the republicans, but belittling them as “naive” is to misunderstand these people and their times.

 I think a lot of people don’t realize— I certainly didn’t before I started researching for fandom reasons!— just HOW limited the vote was at the time- around ONE PERCENT of the adult male population.

Voting The Other Guys Out really REALLY wasn’t an option. :[

One of the things that I really, really appreciate about Les Misérables is how it seriously and deeply engages with the question of violence and its legitimacy, and doesn’t give any easy answers (or, really, any answers at all.)  That’s really very rare, and it’s important.  

It’s very easy when writing or talking about fiction to be flip or oversimplified, because so much of modern fiction does oversimplify the violence issue. (And I love a lot of fiction that does!  I have deep love for a lot of silly action movies and stories about fantasyland mercenaries and superspies and so forth.)  But it’s a major question, without easy answers: when is violence legitimate, is it ever legitimate, how do you determine the lines, when should collateral suffering stop you and when should it spur you forward?  It’s never had any easy answers, but different social and historical contexts affect the lines drawn and the available options a whole lot.

(And, side note, as somebody with a pretty pacifistic personal moral code myself, I really appreciate the thoughtful conversation going on here, as well as the canon we’re talking about.  The other poster is, indeed, fundamentally wrong, but we’re sure getting some excellent meta discussion in response.)

treeporn:

Beautiful tree tattoos. (sources unknown).

!!!!!!!

You know me so well; thanks for tagging me!  Oh my god I covet all of these.  Treeeeeees.

pilferingapples:

oilan:

artificialities replied to your post: “artificialities replied to your post: “This story was supposed to be…”:
My experience is: WHO KNOWS, POST IT AND FIND OUT, but I will say that in this fandom everybody’s sadness detectors (and ominous foreshadowing detectors) are PRETTY FINELY CALIBRATED. Pilf once made sads out of a 100% HAPPY FIC of mine, so.

AHAHAHA. Which fic was this? Was it the cherry blossom fic, because if so then YES SO MANY SADS. Beautiful sads, though.

My boyfriend read the thing last night and did not catch the sads but he’s also not in this fandom, soooo… who knows. ;)

YOU POSTED THAT THING ON BARRICADE DAY

NO ONE IS INNOCENT ON BARRICADE DAY, DON’T YOU PULL THAT WIDE-EYED LOOK. XD

I POSTED IT ON MY VERY FIRST BARRICADE DAY AS AN ANTIDOTE

*giggling*

oilan, it wasn’t the cherry blossom fic — that one was fully intended to be bittersweet! — it was Warmth Against The Cold, aka the fic in which Courfeyrac makes punch and everybody is friends and nobody suffers anything worse than a stuffy nose.  Pilf took one look and wailed “SEE THIS MAKES EVERYTHING WORSE, THIS IS WHAT WE’RE LOSING WHEN THEY ALL DIIIIIIEEEEEE.”

Admittedly, yes, it was posted on Barricade Day and thus surrounded by fic and art about bloody death fictional and historical.  (It wasn’t initially intended to be a Barricade Day fic, but then I finished it on June 4, so the path before me seemed prepared.)

spiderfire47 replied to your post “mostly harmless”

Don’t forget your towel. :)

I do try to be an at least moderately hoopy frood!

revolutionarygirlshati replied to your post “revolutionarygirlshati replied to your post “WARNING: is a raptor. do…”

thAT WAS WHEN YOU WERE MAKING THE SCARY RAPTOR FACE

IT WAS MY NORMAL FACE

wait, whose point am I proving?

artificialities said: For the sausage meme: oh gosh I want to ask about so many of your fics. Uhhh. Let's go with "Formation of the Holy Alliance"?

amarguerite:

This fic!

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:D :D :D Excellent meta thoughts about an excellent fic!

revolutionarygirlshati replied to your post “WARNING: is a raptor. do not apply to long bus rides. do not combine with ruffles.”

i’m p sure it originated with you pretending to taste the air like a lizard. and making a scary raptor face. and then eating smaller dinosaurs.

Oh, see, I thought it originated with you spending an entire NYC-Boston bus ride hissing “Raptor!!!” at me every time I moved my head.

I do however eat smaller dinosaurs.  They’re delicious.