quiobi-lover:

 Qui/Obi AU Photoset – Modern Romance

(for Obi-Wan Catnobi *g*)

annaobyrne:

rays of light peeked
through the gap in the curtains to illuminate the face
of the man who was more accustomed to moonlight than the early summer
sun. he grunted and pulled the duvet covers over his head, only to
pull them down again a moment later as the smell of freshly brewed
coffee floated in from the open door. grantaire, bleary-eyed and
yawning, made his way to the kitchen. it was cool and calm in the early morning haze and coffee and paint stains adorned the vintage worktops. grantaire smiled softly as combeferre
kissed him good morning – combeferre never did mind grantaire’s
early morning stubble. grantaire rest his head on combeferre’s
shoulder and combeferre wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist
in return, cuddling him tightly.

timeinyourteeth:

those who barely missed becoming historic: feuilly

Enjolras cried: “Listen to me, you, Feuilly, valiant artisan, man of the people. I revere you. Yes, you clearly behold the future, yes, you are right. You had neither father nor mother, Feuilly; you adopted humanity for your mother and right for your father.

annaobyrne:

les mis modern aesthetics // jean valjean

jean valjean had taken no part in the fighting except to expose himself to it. had it not been for him, no one in that last phase of that desperate struggle would have thought of the wounded. thanks to him, like an angel of m e r c y everywhere present among the carnage, those who fell were picked up, carried to the bar room, and their wounds dressed. in between, he repaired the barricade. but nothing that could be seen as an act of hostility or aggression, or even as self-defence, proceeded from his hands.

annaobyrne:

les mis modern aesthetics // jean valjean

jean valjean had taken no part in the fighting except to expose himself to it. had it not been for him, no one in that last phase of that desperate struggle would have thought of the wounded. thanks to him, like an angel of m e r c y everywhere present among the carnage, those who fell were picked up, carried to the bar room, and their wounds dressed. in between, he repaired the barricade. but nothing that could be seen as an act of hostility or aggression, or even as self-defence, proceeded from his hands.