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Marianne. 20-something Sapphic reprobate; computer programmer and part-time adventuress by day, nerd heroine by night. Blog contains 100% Les Misérables and Les Mis-adjacent history geeking by volume. For other fandoms and eye candy of various kinds, see my everything-but-Les-Mis sideblog, shinelikethunder.

Tags that might interest you: resources, general history tag, meta, the actual june rebellion of 1832, queer history, paris, enjolras, victor hugo, romanticism.

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when darkness is too loud, light dares not to speak - Potoo - Les Misérables - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Fill for the following Kink Meme prompt:
"Grantaire fucks a prostitute hard against a wall in an alleyway. Enjolras is passing by and hears someone moaning his name, so stops and looks in. He’s never seen sex before, and can’t move his eyes away."

Driveby fic rec! Canon-era E/R fic that is uncomfortable, unresolved, and gets at a lot of the paradoxes drawing them together and keeping them apart. Props for a Grantaire who is genuinely and believably unpleasant to women (look, it doesn’t have to be addressed in every fic, but finding some fic that acknowledges it without stretching it into cartoon-villain issuefic territory is nice), and an Enjolras who is thoroughly sick of Grantaire’s shit but intrigued enough to keep backhandedly engaging with him. It ain’t happy, but it sure is interesting.

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edwarddespard:

It’s Easter down here, so have a Belle Epoque interpretation of an 1820-30s Easter scene (sent inexplicably on the 21 October 1911, which happens to be Trafalgar Day - not celebrated in France! - but oh well…eggs and bunnies are welcome any time).

edwarddespard:

It’s Easter down here, so have a Belle Epoque interpretation of an 1820-30s Easter scene (sent inexplicably on the 21 October 1911, which happens to be Trafalgar Day - not celebrated in France! - but oh well…eggs and bunnies are welcome any time).

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Best part of finishing the Charles Jeanne: seeing people reblog it with tags that look less like ‘#reference’/’#to read later’ and more like ‘#NO NO NO’

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tenlittlebullets:

Le 7 à cinq heures du matin il me fallut m’évader en toute hâte, déjà dénoncé, j’allais être arrêté & la maison était cernée. Je m’échappai déguisé en ouvrier fouleur, & pendant deux jours j’errai ainsi déguisé, traversant à chaque instant les bandes de gardes nationaux, de mouchards & de sergents de ville. Je ne pouvais m’éloigner de ces lieux où j’avais combattu & où je voulais mourir ; de ces lieux où mes braves compagnons d’armes avaient été lâchement assassinés par des cannibales revêtus de l’uniforme national après s’être rendus prisonniers aux soldats de la ligne qui ne purent les garantir de la fureur de lâches bourreaux.

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Translation! LAST PART YOU GUYS. And, um, warning for slightly gruesome details of the final massacre.

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The 7th at five in the morning I had to escape in a hurry, already denounced, I was about to be arrested & the house was surrounded. I escaped disguised as a tanner, & for two days I wandered around like that, constantly crossing bands of national guardsmen, spies & sergents de ville. I couldn’t keep myself away from those places where I had fought & where I wanted to die; those places where my brave comrades-in-arms had been cravenly murdered by cannibals dressed up in the national uniform, after giving themselves up as prisoners to the soldiers of the line, who were unable to protect them from the frenzy of those cowardly butchers.

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pilferingapples:

tenlittlebullets:

tenlittlebullets:

Une seconde fois le canon cessa de se faire entendre. La ligne et la garde nationale s’avancèrent ; arrivées à deux cents pas de nous, elles commencèrent le feu en marchant toujours au pas de charge. Nous étions tous baissés derrière la barricade, nos fusils passés dans des meurtrières formées par l’écartement des pavés. L’élève de l’École courait de l’un à l’autre en répétant à chacun : ne tirez pas, mes amis, ne tirez pas ! laissez approcher !.. à dix pas ! à dix pas mes amis !.. & pas un seul coup de fusil ne fut tiré de notre part qu’alors que le commandement feu !.. poussé d’une voix forte et assurée par l’Élève, nous instruisit que le moment de vaincre ou de périr était arrivé.

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And finally, the translation! This part is the fall of the barricade, including Jeanne accidentally escaping death by the most suicidally brave and improbable charge ever… also, pianos. Falling on people’s heads. I will never be over it.

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A second time, the noise of the cannon stopped. The line infantry and the National Guard were advancing; when they were within two hundred paces of us, they started firing, still marching at a charge. We were all crouched low behind the barricade, our guns placed in the firing-holes formed by gaps in the paving stones. The Polytechnic student ran from one man to another, repeating to each, “Hold your fire, my friends, hold your fire! Let them approach..! At ten paces! At ten paces, my friends..!” & not a single gunshot was fired on our side until the command “Fire!”, shouted in a loud and assured voice by the Polytechnician, informed us that the moment to vanquish or perish had arrived.

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Oh WOW. That house that takes them in is amazing! And ACTUAL PIANOS?  Every one of these letters makes me want a film about the actual uprising more, because geez, what a story.

The respect given to the Polytechnic student is really interesting, too.  I feel like there’s a certain perception shift in modern notions of ‘students’ in a revolt; certainly I’ve seen a lot of commentary on the lines of “why would a bunch of students expect workers to listen to them” with a sort of assumption that student meant immature and removed from the world of practicality—certainly not someone to be listened to for combat instructions. But apparently the fighters actually THERE felt otherwise.   I’m still not super okay with Hugo inverting the student-worker ratio, but it seems like the common concept of Student Radicals in the early 1900s was VERY different to the idea of student radicals in by the tail of the 20th Century. And now I’m wondering if maybe *some* of that ratio shift wasn’t an attempt  to deal with similar perceptual issues between occurrence and publication?

Back to the subject at hand though:  that bayonet charge has to be one of the history’s top I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT WORKED moments. Actual History is SO BIZARRE.

(And a thousand thank yous for the continued translations!)

The respect for the Polytechnic student is, I think, reserved for that particular school—it was and is a prestigious best-and-the-brightest military engineering school, and the presence of Polytechniciens in revolts (usually after putting varying amounts of ingenuity into evading a school lockdown due to the unrest) was part of the iconography of the period. They tended to wind up in leadership positions because, well, attending a best-and-the-brightest military engineering school actually gives you qualifications for the task at hand. There are a handful of law students in a preceding section and Jeanne doesn’t seem to view them as more or less capable than the others, just notes that they’d had difficulty getting over from the Left Bank and that they could recognize and vouch for each other as Not Police Spies.

And yes. ACTUAL PIANO.

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Frères humains qui après nous vivez 
N’ayez les coeurs contre nous endurciz,
Car, ce pitié de nous pauvres avez,
Dieu en aura plus tost de vous merciz.
Vous nous voyez ci, attachés cinq, six
Quant de la chair, que trop avons nourrie,
Elle est piéca devorée et pourrie,
Et nous les os, devenons cendre et pouldre.
De nostre mal personne ne s’en rie:
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous veuille absouldre!

Se frères vous clamons, pas n’en devez
Avoir desdain, quoy que fusmes occiz
Par justice. Toutefois, vous savez
Que tous hommes n’ont pas le sens rassiz;
Excusez nous, puis que sommes transsis,
Envers le filz de la Vierge Marie,
Que sa grâce ne soit pour nous tarie,
Nous préservant de l’infernale fouldre
Nous sommes mors, ame ne nous harie;
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre!

La pluye nous a débuez et lavez,
Et le soleil desséchez et noirciz:
Pies, corbeaulx nous ont les yeulx cavez
Et arraché la barbe et les sourciz.
Jamais nul temps nous ne sommes assis;
Puis ca, puis là, comme le vent varie,
A son plaisir sans cesser nous charie,
Plus becquetez d’oiseaulx que dez à couldre.
Ne soyez donc de nostre confrarie;
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre!

Prince Jhésus, qui sur tous a maistrie,
Garde qu’Enfer n’ait de nous seigneurie:
A luy n’avons que faire ne que souldre.
Hommes, icy n’a point de mocquerie;
Mais priez Dieu que tous nous vueille absouldre!

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Honestly, it’s quite astonishing how much misery this movie manages to pack into two hours of mostly action sequences and espionage subplots, particularly since Captain America is supposedly one of the “lighter” superheroes, compared to the unending grimdarkness of Batman. I guess this is the difference between “manpain” and “a man in legitimate emotional pain.”

The Tragedy of Bucky Barnes

this was just maybe flat out my favorite part of this review because hi, true

(via defcontwo)

"It’s a classic partnership between idealism (Steve) and pragmatic cynicism (Bucky), with Bucky playing the role of Steve’s protector and #1 fan"

…man, fuck this review for making me want reincarnation fic where Grantaire finally gets to be the accepted Pylades, that’s just not fair

(but I’ll take it, if only because there’s got to be a tasteless ‘they died holding hands’ joke about phantom limb pain in there somewhere)

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Le 7 à cinq heures du matin il me fallut m’évader en toute hâte, déjà dénoncé, j’allais être arrêté & la maison était cernée. Je m’échappai déguisé en ouvrier fouleur, & pendant deux jours j’errai ainsi déguisé, traversant à chaque instant les bandes de gardes nationaux, de mouchards & de sergents de ville. Je ne pouvais m’éloigner de ces lieux où j’avais combattu & où je voulais mourir ; de ces lieux où mes braves compagnons d’armes avaient été lâchement assassinés par des cannibales revêtus de l’uniforme national après s’être rendus prisonniers aux soldats de la ligne qui ne purent les garantir de la fureur de lâches bourreaux.

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tenlittlebullets:

Une seconde fois le canon cessa de se faire entendre. La ligne et la garde nationale s’avancèrent ; arrivées à deux cents pas de nous, elles commencèrent le feu en marchant toujours au pas de charge. Nous étions tous baissés derrière la barricade, nos fusils passés dans des meurtrières formées par l’écartement des pavés. L’élève de l’École courait de l’un à l’autre en répétant à chacun : ne tirez pas, mes amis, ne tirez pas ! laissez approcher !.. à dix pas ! à dix pas mes amis !.. & pas un seul coup de fusil ne fut tiré de notre part qu’alors que le commandement feu !.. poussé d’une voix forte et assurée par l’Élève, nous instruisit que le moment de vaincre ou de périr était arrivé.

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And finally, the translation! This part is the fall of the barricade, including Jeanne accidentally escaping death by the most suicidally brave and improbable charge ever… also, pianos. Falling on people’s heads. I will never be over it.

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A second time, the noise of the cannon stopped. The line infantry and the National Guard were advancing; when they were within two hundred paces of us, they started firing, still marching at a charge. We were all crouched low behind the barricade, our guns placed in the firing-holes formed by gaps in the paving stones. The Polytechnic student ran from one man to another, repeating to each, “Hold your fire, my friends, hold your fire! Let them approach..! At ten paces! At ten paces, my friends..!” & not a single gunshot was fired on our side until the command “Fire!”, shouted in a loud and assured voice by the Polytechnician, informed us that the moment to vanquish or perish had arrived.

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[Philip Quast’s] performance is exquisitely expressive, and no glance, no motion, no rise or fall of his magnificent baritone, fractures the honesty of that singularly beatific deliverance. Moreso than any other actor, he is lost entirely within the role of Javert, and whatever effort he must exude to adopt such an alien persona is lost beneath *that* gaze… A gaze which encompasses Javert’s entire struggle in one fell slice; which cradles each chapter and each year in a flawless reflection… Javert’s progression from prudent inspector, to triumphant arbiter, to the lonely and destitute man who ultimately flings himself into the raging Seine.

Javerts of Film and Theatre x, on Philip Quast (via kingquastralia)

Just part of what I love about Philip Quast

(via quastrophile)

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viα samtrakLes Catacombes - Paris 2012

400 ft below the surface of Paris exists one of the scariest and coolest places on earth.  The bones of over 6 million people are still interred here.  Now they are organized and placed respectfully, but in the beginning the officials of Paris were just cleaning up the surface of the city by dumping the remains from full graveyards into the old rock quarries that built the city.  Spooky!  Great place to pop the question to your girlfriend!All of the photos in this set were long exposures with no flash.  If you ever get to go, don’t forget the remote and/or tripod!

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combeferrescannon:

feuilly:

idk some old school Parisian criminals i guess

wooooaahh. look at the mood in this thing. awesome, miki!

combeferrescannon:

feuilly:

idk some old school Parisian criminals i guess

wooooaahh. look at the mood in this thing. awesome, miki!