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darthfar: Enough with obsessing over this just get it posted already. Wishing you all a happy contemplative completely non-trivial gah whatever i can’t think of any suitable adjectives Barricade Day. [It’s already 5th June where I am. ;-)] [I have no acceptable excuse for Jehan’s bare feet, and I apologise. It’s just that I tend to draw my figures in the nude first and then lay the clothing sketch *over* that - and while filling it all in I decided it would be a shame to cover up the feet. Ah well… it’s probably something that someone who’s given to Romantic excesses might do anyway. Even if it’s risking tetanus, but that’s Joly’s problem, not mine.] A lines-only version here, just in case anybody wants to play colouring book with it or something. ;-)
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darthfar:

Enough with obsessing over this just get it posted already.

Wishing you all a happy contemplative completely non-trivial gah whatever i can’t think of any suitable adjectives Barricade Day.

[It’s already 5th June where I am. ;-)]

[I have no acceptable excuse for Jehan’s bare feet, and I apologise. It’s just that I tend to draw my figures in the nude first and then lay the clothing sketch *over* that - and while filling it all in I decided it would be a shame to cover up the feet. Ah well… it’s probably something that someone who’s given to Romantic excesses might do anyway. Even if it’s risking tetanus, but that’s Joly’s problem, not mine.]

A lines-only version here, just in case anybody wants to play colouring book with it or something. ;-)

georgeousblagdens: Les Miserables Painting Meme:  Jehan Prouvaire Jean Prouvaire was in love; he cultivated a pot of flowers, played on the flute, made verses, loved the people, pitied woman, wept over the child, confounded God and the future in the same confidence, and blamed the Revolution for having caused the fall of a royal head, that of Andre Chenier. His voice was ordinarily delicate, but suddenly grew manly. He was learned even to erudition, and almost an Orientalist. Above all, he was good; and, a very simple thing to those who know how nearly goodness borders on grandeur, in the matter of poetry, he preferred the immense. He knew Italian, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew; and these served him only for the perusal of four poets: Dante, Juvenal, Aeschylus, and Isaiah. In French, he preferred Corneille to Racine, and Agrippa d’Aubigne to Corneille. He loved to saunter through fields of wild oats and corn-flowers, and busied himself with clouds nearly as much as with events. His mind had two attitudes, one on the side towards man, the other on that towards God; he studied or he contemplated. All day long, he buried himself in social questions, salary, capital, credit, marriage, religion, liberty of thought, education, penal servitude, poverty, association, property, production and sharing, the enigma of this lower world which covers the human ant-hill with darkness; and at night, he gazed upon the planets, those enormous beings. Like Enjolras, he was wealthy and an only son. He spoke softly, bowed his head, lowered his eyes, smiled with embarrassment, dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at a mere nothing, and was very timid. Yet he was intrepid.
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georgeousblagdens: Les Miserables Painting Meme:  Jehan Prouvaire Jean Prouvaire was in love; he cultivated a pot of flowers, played on the flute, made verses, loved the people, pitied woman, wept over the child, confounded God and the future in the same confidence, and blamed the Revolution for having caused the fall of a royal head, that of Andre Chenier. His voice was ordinarily delicate, but suddenly grew manly. He was learned even to erudition, and almost an Orientalist. Above all, he was good; and, a very simple thing to those who know how nearly goodness borders on grandeur, in the matter of poetry, he preferred the immense. He knew Italian, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew; and these served him only for the perusal of four poets: Dante, Juvenal, Aeschylus, and Isaiah. In French, he preferred Corneille to Racine, and Agrippa d’Aubigne to Corneille. He loved to saunter through fields of wild oats and corn-flowers, and busied himself with clouds nearly as much as with events. His mind had two attitudes, one on the side towards man, the other on that towards God; he studied or he contemplated. All day long, he buried himself in social questions, salary, capital, credit, marriage, religion, liberty of thought, education, penal servitude, poverty, association, property, production and sharing, the enigma of this lower world which covers the human ant-hill with darkness; and at night, he gazed upon the planets, those enormous beings. Like Enjolras, he was wealthy and an only son. He spoke softly, bowed his head, lowered his eyes, smiled with embarrassment, dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at a mere nothing, and was very timid. Yet he was intrepid.
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georgeousblagdens:

Les Miserables Painting Meme:  Jehan Prouvaire

Jean Prouvaire was in love; he cultivated a pot of flowers, played on the flute, made verses, loved the people, pitied woman, wept over the child, confounded God and the future in the same confidence, and blamed the Revolution for having caused the fall of a royal head, that of Andre Chenier. His voice was ordinarily delicate, but suddenly grew manly. He was learned even to erudition, and almost an Orientalist. Above all, he was good; and, a very simple thing to those who know how nearly goodness borders on grandeur, in the matter of poetry, he preferred the immense. He knew Italian, Latin, Greek, and Hebrew; and these served him only for the perusal of four poets: Dante, Juvenal, Aeschylus, and Isaiah. In French, he preferred Corneille to Racine, and Agrippa d’Aubigne to Corneille. He loved to saunter through fields of wild oats and corn-flowers, and busied himself with clouds nearly as much as with events. His mind had two attitudes, one on the side towards man, the other on that towards God; he studied or he contemplated. All day long, he buried himself in social questions, salary, capital, credit, marriage, religion, liberty of thought, education, penal servitude, poverty, association, property, production and sharing, the enigma of this lower world which covers the human ant-hill with darkness; and at night, he gazed upon the planets, those enormous beings. Like Enjolras, he was wealthy and an only son. He spoke softly, bowed his head, lowered his eyes, smiled with embarrassment, dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at a mere nothing, and was very timid. Yet he was intrepid.

squirrelwrangler: befanini: Beren and Luthien - Colours by ~Fumettisto bandersnatchftw: #It’s pretty #I mean he’s taller than her which is wrong #and he’s very clean which is also wrong #but it’s so pretty I don’t mind #I think that summarises my feelings about the entire story actually #I leap merrily over the plot holes with joy at their beauty#You carry on being a Mary Sue Luthien I love you anyway #this whole story is perfect and I will say that even while caressing the imperfections #Because I’m biased and very very happy about it #silmtastic #Tag rant #but like a chilled out not really rant tag rant #like a Teleri style rant #OK dude whatever you say bro want a beer?#that’s what they said when Feanor begged them for ships #Jess shut the frak up
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befanini:

Beren and Luthien - Colours by ~Fumettisto

bandersnatchftw:
#It’s pretty #I mean he’s taller than her which is wrong #and he’s very clean which is also wrong #but it’s so pretty I don’t mind #I think that summarises my feelings about the entire story actually #I leap merrily over the plot holes with joy at their beauty#You carry on being a Mary Sue Luthien I love you anyway #this whole story is perfect and I will say that even while caressing the imperfections #Because I’m biased and very very happy about it #silmtastic #Tag rant #but like a chilled out not really rant tag rant #like a Teleri style rant #OK dude whatever you say bro want a beer?#that’s what they said when Feanor begged them for ships #Jess shut the frak up
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