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.

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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.

ibuzoo:

1000 Picspams Challenge | #81 – Modern Grantaire

make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face

imperaptorfuriosa:

His name was Javert, and he belonged to the police. – Victor Hugo 

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 // fantine

fantine was beautiful, and remained chaste as long as she could. she was a lovely blonde with splendid teeth. she had gold and pearls for her dowry, but her gold was her head of hair and her pearls were in her mouth. she worked to keep herself alive. then, also to keep herself alive, she l o v e d, for the heart has its own hunger. (x)

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.“

timeinyourteeth:

those who barely missed becoming historic: jean ‘jehan’ prouvaire

Jean Prouvaire was in love; they 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. Their voice was ordinarily delicate, but suddenly grew manly. They were learned even to erudition, and almost an Orientalist. Above all, they were good.