Where our current Monarch is a Bond Girl..
And our future Monarchs are wizards…
Enjoy your stay.
dash against darkness, a cosette x eponine playlist
1. she’s always a woman fyfe dangerfield 2. sarah smiles panic! at the disco 3. uptown girl billy joel 4. when the day met the night panic at the disco 5. cecilia simon and garfunkel 6. what katie did the libertines 7. i like you so much better when you’re naked ida maria 8. toothpaste kisses the maccabees 9. naive lily allen 10. cosmic love florence and the machine 11. she moves in her own way the kooks 12. she is love oasis
modern au photoset
because I can’t draw
Enjolras x Grantaire
After my Cordel of Ice and Fire series, I wanted to draw something similar for Les Miserables, and couldn’t help but chose the “Orestes Fasting and Pylades Drunk” scene for that task.
To those who don’t know, Cordel literature (“Literatura de Cordel” in portuguese, means “string literature”) are popular and inexpensively printed booklets common in the Northeast of Brazil. They usually contain folk novels, poems and songs, and they are sold at fairs and in the street, using in its covers a very specific and traditional kind of xylography.
I feel like shit.
IM SO SORRY tomorrow will be quality art now im going to bed
ps at first the last frame was enjolras kissing r back but i drew him with opened eyes because i have this weird head canon that enjolras would kiss with open eyes but it looked creepy so.
Enjolras meditated for a few moments, and made the gesture of a man who has taken a resolution.
“Grantaire,” he said gravely, “I consent to try you. You shall go to the Barriere du Maine.”
They’re close, so close. Alexander has fixed him with such a violently important stare and neither are breathing, not really. Not well.
Finally, Alexander whispers, “You told me you love me.”
Peter can’t speak, so he nods. Yes, he loves him, of course he loves him.
“Still?” Enjolras asks like this is the most important question in the universe.
Grantaire heaves a sigh. “Always,” he almost sobs.
And that’s enough. Enjolras takes a step forward. His hands light on Grantaire’s waist like he’s afraid to hold too tightly, like Grantaire might slip away. Grantaire closes his eyes. He can feel the heat from Enjolras breath, from his body.
And then lips press against his lips and he gasps and opens his eyes again and he’s falling, drowning. He knows this kiss. He missed this kiss. This is like air and now — now he can breathe. He’s spent two whole lives suffocating, asphyxiating, but now — as hands tighten over his waist and his mouth opens into the sweetness of the man he’s always, always loved — he can.
Finally, he can breathe.
Loosely based on the last scene of Cyrano de Bergerac
and OH GOD I have no idea what it is, can we all now pretend I never drew this
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