but guys guys hear me out
murder mystery dinner party
The Murderer: The National Guards
The Victim: All of them. They’re all dead. Oh god, who decided this was a good idea?
CATS HAVE LIMITED OBJECT PERMANENCE AND DON’T ALWAYS UNDERSTAND THAT TWO DIFFERENT DOORS CAN LEAD TO THE SAME ROOM
YUP, THAT’S WHY. CATS ARE BIG DUMMIES AND OFTEN SEE NO REASON WHY TWO DIFFERENT DOORS SHOULD LEAD TO THE SAME PLACE, SO THEY FIGURE THEY’LL CHECK IF IT’S ALSO RAINING IN THE OTHER OUTSIDE BEHIND THE OTHER DOOR.
WHEN THE PROPRIETOR OF THIS BLOG WAS A CHILD, THE KITCHEN LED INTO THE DINING ROOM, WHICH LED INTO THE LIVING ROOM, WHICH LEAD INTO THE FRONT HALLWAY, WHICH LED BACK INTO THE KITCHEN, SO WHEN THE CATS WERE HUNGRY, THEY WOULD CHECK THEIR BOWLS, SEE THAT THEY WERE EMPTY, AND WALK ALL THE WAY AROUND THE HOUSE TO SEE IF THE OTHER BOWLS IN THE OTHER KITCHEN WERE ALSO EMPTY.
Or, how pretty was Enjolras really?
So, right after the oft-quoted line about how Enjolras was angelically beautiful, charming, and capable of being terrible is this line:
C’était Antinoüs farouche.
So Enjolras is a “savage Antinous.” What exactly does that entail?
- Antinous was the beloved of the (much older) Emperor Hadrian, so Enjolras can be assumed to have the characteristics of an eromenos—young, beautiful, hairless (no facial hair, at least), sexually receptive rather than penetrative.
- He also drowned around the age of 20, so there’s some heavy-handed foreshadowing going on.
- In contrast to the generally passive role of the eromenos, Enjolras was violently active, i.e. savage, in his pursuits.
So we’ve got young, pretty, violent, sexually desirable, and doomed.
But just how pretty are we talking? Actually, we can answer that.
See, after Antinous drowned, Hadrian went a little off the deep end. He declared Antinous a god and commissioned approximately one zillion sculptures of him all around the empire. These ended up everywhere, including plenty that would have been in the Louvre around the time that Hugo was writing.(Note: Pictures below are from this virtual museum, which claims to have been updated in this century but I’m genuinely skeptical.)
So let’s take a look at some depictions of Antinous from the Louvre.
"Farouche" can also mean "wild" in the sense of feral or untamed, which I think is closer to what Hugo was going for with it—"he looked just like this famous model of male beauty from antiquity, guys… only, you know, not docile and definitely not belonging to anyone." The connotation of "savage" or "fierce" is also in there, but I’m not sure it’s as simple as active/passive.
—oh who am I kidding trying to do Serious Discussion Points I am blatantly reblogging this for the booty
Why are there no alpha/omega fic where the alphas court the omegas by dancing or singing or building beautiful nests or whatever, and the omegas get to choose?
I want courtship displays, fandom. I want puffed up chests and feathers in their hair.
#oh#OH#but imagine enjolras trying to court grantaire though#and he’s trying but he’s hesitant as fuck because grantaire gets to choose#and there is a lot to choose from#and he’s just so ordinary#he knows he’s attractive but that’s about it#but he tries to impress grantaire and they end up in a screaming row because their opinions differ too much#and oh#oh no he’s never going to get grantaire to like him#grantaire is never going to choose him#WHAT DOES HE DO COURF#things i am not writing (via sarah-yyy)
NO SARAH YOU HAVE TO WRITE IT NOW.
/JOINS THE SARAH-PLZ-WRITE-THE-THING BANDWAGON
Why does everyone say “house-wife” or “house-husband” when “House-spouse” is not only gender neutral, but also RHYMES?
the prof asks the important questions.
Wait, spouse rhymes with house? I always pronounced it ‘spooze’ in my head /o\ WHY IS YOUR LANGUAGE SO WEIRD, GODDAMMIT!!!
Because English beats up other languages in dark alleys, then rifles through their pockets for loose grammar and spare vocabulary.
I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO REMOVE MY ROLLER SKATES EVERYTHING IS VERY FAST AND I AM VERY AFRAID
It’s 1am so I’m sorry for the people who won’t see this. But if you want confidence and don’t know how to get it, a really good way is to be confident in other people. When you walk into Starbucks, think, “damn, that barista’s hair is da bomb!” Or when you go to school, think, “my teacher is rocking that skirt!” When you start seeing everyone as being beautiful, at some point you realize that you’re everyone too.