can i just talk about how much of an asshole victor hugo is for a minute because i’m having way too many feelings all at once and it’s his fault.
we talk a lot about how much love there is in grantaire p much all the time and totally understandably because his affection for les amis and his transcendent love for enjolras are massive parts of his character
but i don’t think i’ve ever seen anyone talk directly about enjolras in a similar way? especially in context of something like smittenjolras, which makes us all feel warm inside but most of us see as kind of ooc?
i actually think it might be the most ic thing in the universe but we just didn’t realize it.
hop on this train of thought for a hot second with me. enjolras is meant to be the logic of the revolution, yes, and to be saint-just, and to be aristogeiton and harmodius and michael and lucifer and alexander and achilleus. he’s meant to be strong and charming and terrifying and pure.
but he’s less set on the death of javert than he is on the life of jean prouvaire, and he weeps when he kills the artillery sergeant, and he says that ‘love, thine is the future!’
there is so much love in enjolras that it in and of itself can be terrifying. he loves his fellow men and his ideals enough to die for them and kill for them; he loves so powerfully that he knows that in the world he is creating there is no place for him, not really, and it doesn’t stop him from wanting it.
and when we combine that love, that terrible beautiful love inherent in enjolras, with the fact that his obverse is grantaire, whose love in some ways is just as terrible and annihilatory — and that when they end, enjolras has accepted his pylades, his hephaestion, his patroclus; he ensures the last thing he does is bestow a smile on grantaire, and take his hand — he is still smiling as the report resounds and they pass away.
in a world where that realization and acceptance come earlier, or where they have more time after it, like a college au or a fix-it fic or a heavenfic, enjolras, i firmly believe, would love with all his farouche, all his power and terror and charm — he would love loudly and entirely, deeply and with the purity with which he loves everything else.
and smitten is the past participle of to smite, after all.
Remember those gifs with Harry Lloyd and Douglas Booth that people thought looked like Courfeyrac teaching Marius how to dance? I found these gifs of the same scene, and yes, it’s definitely Courfeyrac teaching Marius how to dance.
Have I recommended Steven Brust’s Dragaera novels on this blog yet? Well, either way I am doing so now.
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THESE BOOKS. For me they’re one of those things that you think deserve to have a huge fandom but for some reason don’t, and you just want to take everyone by the shoulders and shake them like, “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE MISSING.”
The term “Dragaera novels” technically includes all of the following:
- the ongoing Vlad Taltos series, numbering 13 books so far;
- the Khaavren Romances, a completed shorter series that takes place in the same universe but significantly earlier in time;
- Brokedown Palace, a standalone novel that also takes place in the same universe but in a different location than usual - which I’ve unfortunately not had the chance to read yet.
However, I will mostly be talking about the adventures of Vlad Taltos (pronounced tahl-tosh) because that’s what you should start with. To be precise, start with Jhereg and read the books in the order they were published - they’re not chronological, but I believe this reading order is the least confusing. Besides, never knowing which time period might come next was kind of fun when I first discovered them. :D (Most are available as omnibus editions by now, so you don’t have to worry about the daunting task of buying 13 books - you get 2-3 for the price of one. Look for The Book of Jhereg. Ebooks are still in progress, but I thiiink there’s an unofficial torrent.)
The series is extremely difficult to describe. It’s fantasy, all right, with some unexpected science-fictional elements. Several volumes read much like detective novels, except with different goals. There’s assassins and thieves and mafia-like structures, but also something akin to heroic quests and a band of unlikely friends saving the world together. Political intrigue, magic, gods, a dash of romance, sassy winged lizards, kickass female characters, floating castles - these books have it all. Also, they’re funny.
Unlike many worlds in the fantasy genre, this one’s not obviously based on medieval Europe. There are medieval elements, yes, such as horse carriages and sword fights, but men and women are refreshingly equal (!!!!!!!) and magic has advanced to a point where it performs many of the functions of modern technology. Who needs refrigerators and burglar alarms when you can hire a sorcerer to do a quick spell for the same purpose? Who needs phones when you can reach anyone you know well enough with your mind? (Don’t worry, incoming communications can be blocked. :P)
The main character is a human (=”Easterner”) living in an empire of roughly elf-like beings (=”Dragaerans”), who have very little in common with your standard depiction of elves aside from some physical features. In fact, if anything, it’s the Easterners who are more in touch with nature. They practise a completely different kind of magic (“witchcraft”) that is much less clinical than its Dragaeran counterpart (“sorcery”). They’re also rather … oppressed. It’s a very interesting take on the whole fantastical races thing. (Are there dwarves? I don’t seem to recall the Serioli being much like dwarves, but I could be wrong. Definitely no orcs, trolls et cetera, though.)
But when it comes down to it, the main reason why I love these books so much is the writing style. I’ve been reading them for over a decade and it’s just been SO MUCH FUN. The dialogue, the intricate plots, the witty asides, the recurring characters with their unique traits and quirks that will occasionally make you face-palm … I’ve repeatedly called the series “delicious” because every page is a treat.
Oh, and in case you were wondering: yes, there are sad moments as well. Not too many, though. IIRC, one book left me with an uneasy feeling and one made me cry. Possibly two. Out of 13, that’s not so bad, is it? Not that the rest is all fluffy bunnies and rainbows. That’d be boring. Don’t think that. >_> Think … danger! Tension! Sacrifice! Just no excessive torturing of readers.
And once you’re hooked, you should definitely read the Khaavren Romances as well because they’re basically Three Musketeers fanfic. Sort of.
I NEED THIS BOOK RIGHT NOW.
NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS IS DISGUSTING THIS IS TERRIBLE SHE IS WASTING PERFECTLY GOOD FUCKING DORITOS SHES WASTING THESE DELICIOUS GODSENT CREATIONS SHES PROBABLY NOT EVEN GONNA EAT THEM SHES BATHING IN THEM I SAY WE FEAST ON HER NACHO FLAVORED FLESH FOR BETRAYING THE HOLY DORITO
are you kidding i’m more concerned about how she’s going to get the goddamn dorito dust out of all her nooks and crannies like come on you can’t touch one without getting it on you how the hell is she going to get that out of her skiddlyboop
DO ANY OF YOU KNOW JUST HOW SPICY CHILLI HEAT WAVE DORITOS ARE
IF SHE DID GET ANY IN HER SKIDDLYBOOP JESUS CHRIST MAY LORD HAVE HAD MERCY ON HER
Singular “they” is a correct gender-neutral pronoun! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
And, there you have it! “They” is grammatically correct.
OMG, next time I want to publish something and they try to edit it out!!!
If there was any doubt that Aaron should play Westley in the Princess Bridge musical, may I remind you that he already has the sword skills down
can we take a moment to appreciate that n2n recognizes that love doesn’t cure mental illness
HE IS ALWAYS ON GODDAMN POINT
Is this Carlos??
“Speak normally,” people will tell her. Baltimore learns very quickly that those are the people she should mistrust. Her heavy accent is normal. She can speak without it, but she likes the way it feels in her mouth. Humans want her to change, to be more presentable. She makes no apologies for who she is.
She’s only seen Hairspray once and she hated it. It hit too close to home in too many ways. It caused a minor scandal when she refused an invitation to see the opening of the Broadway show, but New York understood and smoothed things over as best he could. That said, she’s developed a certain fondness for the song “Good Morning Baltimore.” There are few things sweeter than hearing her people express their love for her in song. She has also, on occasion, been caught humming “You Can’t Stop the Beat” but she’ll deny it to her last breath.
She’s been told that she gets pretty crazy at football games. She says other people don’t get crazy enough. She usually refuses to talk to Pittsburgh for about a week every time the Steelers beat the Ravens.
She has a gift for poetry. Back in the days when every publisher turned her away, for her skin or her gender or both, she sometimes let others publish her work. She wasn’t fond of Francis Scott Key’s editing, but the way London glares at her whenever the National Anthem plays is worth it. She’s published a few of her own poetry books in recent years, but always under a false name and never with a major publishing agency.
Otakon and Comic Con are among her favorite events of the year. Not only do they draw huge crowds from outside, but those are the only times of year when she can go down to the Inner Harbor and no one will look twice at her odd scars.
(Naomie Harris as Baltimore. Inspired by thecitysmith’s Paris Burning universe)
#okay so london wouldn’t glare #but it’s not even because of the ‘cities aren’t responsible for their humans’ #or because the war wasn’t very important at all #it was because the war of 1812 (which is what i’m assuming this is referring to) WAS THE MOST HILARIOUS WAR OF ALL TIME #why? #BECAUSE EVERY SIDE WALKED AWAY THINKING THEY’D WON #like the americans were all ‘they’ve agreed to stop messing with our ships yay’ #and the canadians were like ‘we stopped those hypocritical americans from colonising us eh’ #and the british were like ‘aha we’ve burnt the white house down and managed to get take some allies away from france’ #(what do you mean this isn’t about france) #(it’s always about france) #(sorry america but it’s always about france) #(france? france. france!) #(apparently americans think its a second war of independence sorry friends you’re not that hot) #(what do you call it when you friendzone an enemy?)
Poems read by Tom Hiddleston. [listen]
may i feel said he - e.e cummings | He wishes for the cloths of heaven - w.b yeats | as i walked out one evening - auden | from the princess - alfred lord tennyson | sonnet 18 - william shakespeare | love and friendship - emily bronte | bright star - john keats | she walks in beauty - lord byron | dover beach - matthew arnold | there is a lady sweet and kind - anonymous | if music be the food of love - william shakespeare | when you are old - w.b. yeats | us two - a.a. milne | sigh no more - william shakespeare | down by the sally gardens - w.b. yeats | desiderata - max ehrmann | we’ll go no more a roving - lord byron | to his coy mistress - andrew marvell | sonnet 130 - william shakespeare |
O N T H E B A C K S T A I R S
O F T H E A P O C A L Y P S E
music for love at the end of the world
for christening the vulgarity of end of days with sweet sins, a prayer into the mouth of a lover as you crash into the beginning of the end.