josephicus:

manhatingbabyeater:

loitering is basically the illegal act of existing while not spending money

isn’t capitalism fun

Paul Adam & Les Misérables

firmine:

or: Headcanons That Are Older Than Your Grandmother

I must warn you that every single attempt to type this out so far has resulted in hysterical giggling fits. I apologize in advance for the capslocking. It’s 3 in the morning here, ok, and I’m practically liveblogging this stuff as I read.

But let’s start from the beginning.

Paul Adam was a rather uninteresting French novelist from late 19th/early 20th century. His style oscillated from naturalism to symbolism, with lots of historical fiction in the middle. Not an extremely successful author, nor a particularly influential one (most of his works haven’t been re-edited since the 1910s haha).

Le temps et la vie is a tetralogy of books following the life of young Omer Héricourt, bonapartist, born in 1806. The plot is boring, the prose wordy, the historical research almost accurate but not very subtle.

What’s interesting is that the author decided to insert here and there some characters straight out from Balzac’s La Comédie Humaine, taken often from points in their life different from their original timelines.

And then, in the last installment of the series, Au soleil de Juillet, July 1830 happens. So what? you would say. Well…

"The few Swissmens in factions in the Louvre’s rooms hurried away from the pit, toward the colonnade, by the Seine’s side, pointing their rifles at Enjolras, Grantaire and Bahorel's students, who were coming up the barricades, climbing them, and firing their guns.”

tl;dr Les Misérables/Comédie Humaine crossover fanfic is a thing that existed in 1903 pass it on

So here am I, still unrecovered from this explosion of fannish bliss, to bring you a translation of the juiciest bits. I had to stop several times to remind myself to breathe because it’s that insane.

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travisbeacham:

Driving through San Simeon in California, you might spot a herd of zebras grazing the rolling coastal hills. They’re descended from animals once kept in Hearst’s private zoo.

travisbeacham:

Driving through San Simeon in California, you might spot a herd of zebras grazing the rolling coastal hills. They’re descended from animals once kept in Hearst’s private zoo.

transsuccess:

Aya Kamikawa (born January 25th 1968) is the only openly trangender person to currently hold official office in Japan. She was elected as municipal official to Tokyo in 2003. When submitting her election application papers it is noted that she left a blank space for “sex.”
Despite the Japanese government announcing that they would continue to see her officially as male, Kamikawa stated she would work as a woman.
She was re-elected in 2007 for a second four-year-term seat.
She uses her official position to improve rights for women, children, the elderly, handicapped and LGBT people.

transsuccess:

Aya Kamikawa (born January 25th 1968) is the only openly trangender person to currently hold official office in Japan. She was elected as municipal official to Tokyo in 2003. When submitting her election application papers it is noted that she left a blank space for “sex.”

Despite the Japanese government announcing that they would continue to see her officially as male, Kamikawa stated she would work as a woman.

She was re-elected in 2007 for a second four-year-term seat.

She uses her official position to improve rights for women, children, the elderly, handicapped and LGBT people.

missmarionmac:

So at the matinee yesterday, during the Prologue, when Javert was giving Valjean the yellow ticket of leave and stuff, Ramin threw a very audible “go fuck yourself” at Will.

And then during the evening show, when Valjean was lying on the ground, and the bishop approached and touched his shoulder, he flinched and, again, there was a very audible, “FUCK.”

I love this show.

foxdear:

Dude. Dude

Moreover, the frequent Renaissance linking of St. Sebastian and St. Antonio as patrons of the sexually diseased may explain the prevalence of homoerotic Sebastian-Antonio pairs in the English drama.
The Homoerotics of Early Modern Drama; Mario DiGangi (via icryyoumercy)

mygirlfriendattempts:

You can find the rest here

Quod pectus, quod crura tibi, quod bracchia vellis,
quod cincta est breuibus mentula tonsa pilis,
hoc praestas, Labiene, tuae, quis nescit, amicae.
cui praestas, culum quod, Labiene, pilas?

"You pluck your chest, your legs, your arms, your cock is surrounded by trimmed short hairs; everyone knows you maintain this for your girlfriend, Labienus. But for whom, Labienus, do you maintain your ass hairs?"

Martial’s Epigrams, 2.62

1st Century AD

(via ancientpeoples)

Either this Labienus dude has a man on the side or his girlfriend is really into butt stuff. (via yuri-puppies)

tartarassa:

Gilliatt struggles with the giant octopus. 
Les Travailleurs de la Mer (The Toilers of the Sea) by Victor Hugo.

tartarassa:

Gilliatt struggles with the giant octopus.

Les Travailleurs de la Mer (The Toilers of the Sea) by Victor Hugo.

Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

(via the-smurf-on-fire)

(Source: raccoonwounds)