Not bad at all - Paris of course
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i take a strange comfort in the fact that at least rory’s stepdad will probably have some helpful advice and perspective re: why it is not necessarily a good idea not to tell your ex-partner about your baby’s existence
“Among all these glowing hearts and thoroughly convinced minds, there was one sceptic. How came he there? By juxtaposition. This sceptic’s name was Grantaire, and he was in the habit of signing himself with this rebus: R. Grantaire was a man who took good care not to believe in anything. Moreover, he was one of the students who had learned the most during their course at Paris.”
Oh Grantaire ma bby <3I really like the thought of him being an art student, so here’s modern arty-R and he actually looks a lot like me when I’m painting, including that fancy old man sweater. Well maybe he’s not ugly enough but whatever - I mean, what is “ugly” anyway?
Update: I have the feeling that these two need to go together. I call it: Business-Enjolras and even more Business-R (busy with going into raptures)
“Enjolras was a charming young man, who was capable of being terrible. He was angelically handsome. He was a savage Antinous. One would have said, to see the pensive thoughtfulness of his glance, that he had already, in some previous state of existence, traversed the revolutionary apocalypse. He possessed the tradition of it as though he had been a witness. He was acquainted with all the minute details of the great affair. A pontifical and warlike nature, a singular thing in a youth. He was an officiating priest and a man of war; from the immediate point of view, a soldier of the democracy; above the contemporary movement, the priest of the ideal.”
I would recommend the original Japanese version, just because I prefer the voice actors more, but hey, whatever you like bro
Sadly the linked vids are not the best resolution as they were uploaded quite a few years ago, so if you really want to enjoy the scenery porn you might want to look elsewhere for it or even buy a hard copy, but these are the ones I know still work.
when I was 17 years old, an Arizona state senator and about a dozen other people were shot and killed at a local market three minutes away from my house, a place where my mother liked to go shopping
there was a brief period of about five minutes where I could not get a hold of my mom–I was across town at a rehearsal–and for those five minutes, I was dealing with the sudden and violent possibility of my mom being one of the victims
in the end she was alright, but that sense of helpless, numb, blinding panic is something that will sit with me the rest of my life. even after my mother picked me up and we got home, I curled up on the couch for the rest of the weekend, traumatized.
my point is that if you are scared or worried in this moment, it’s ok to sit on tumblr and scroll through your dash and blog whatever you want. trauma is not black and white and ways of coping with it are infinite. care for yourself in whatever ways you need. make yourselves safe. do not feel obligated to blog about what’s happening because so many other people are.
my thoughts are with everyone feeling that sense of helplessness and fear.
it’s horrifying and you have a right to do whatever it takes to get rid of it.
How came he there? By juxtaposition. This sceptic’s name was Grantaire, and he was in the habit of signing himself with this rebus: R. Grantaire was a man who took good care not to believe in anything. Moreover, he was one of the students who had learned the most during their course at Paris; he knew that the best coffee was to be had at the Cafe Lemblin, and the best billiards at the Cafe Voltaire, that good cakes and lasses were to be found at the Ermitage, on the Boulevard du Maine, spatchcocked chickens at Mother Sauget’s, excellent matelotes at the Barriere de la Cunette, and a certain thin white wine at the Barriere du Com pat. He knew the best place for everything; in addition, boxing and foot-fencing and some dances; and he was a thorough single-stick player. He was a tremendous drinker to boot. +
I’m already seeing stupid (american) posts. That what happened here was because of “open borders, stringent gun control, pacifism, and cultural acceptance” that because of that we deserved it ? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU ?
Please tumblr, be clever don’t hurt us more than we are now. Do you realise how gross this is? ? How dare you lecture us as we are mourning our deads ? How dare you ? Did we lecture you when 9/11 happened ? Why being so disrespectful ? Do you like it ? Feel powerful ? If you’re so proud to be American how it comes you forget that you owe your liberty to the devotion of OUR ancestors to your cause ? So don’t you dare start your “I don’t say but” bullshit and post it under #upthebaguette tag because I can assure you that it wont be accepted down here.