Joly And Grantaire

The first time they kissed was completely by accident.

Joly was mildly drunk, and Grantaire was sober for once, and Grantaire had just finished saying something about -- oh, he didn't remember, but it was nice, it was the kind of thing Joly certainly agreed with, and it was sweet.

He remembered that Grantaire had said something sweet, because that was why he went to kiss his cheek.

But Grantaire had turned his head at the very last moment, so there it was: a vaguely wine-tasting, awkwardly executed kiss.

They stayed there like that for a few moments, both nonplussed, before Joly pulled back and, blinking rapidly, took off his glasses to clean them.

"I was planning on doing that differently."

" ... Were you?"

"... I was."

"Then, here," said Grantaire, and he kissed Joly, and this time wasn't quite so awkward.

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"Unbind Me" (you pick who frees whom from what XD)

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

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He was just a dog, just a flea-ridden beast, but he was another maia too — Huan, that one of Oromë’s — and under the command of that elf witch he had ruined Sauron.

Blinded, insensate, enraged, terrified, he fled to Taur-nu-Fuin.

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LES MIS RULE 63 Gina Torres as Inspector Javert

Some police officers have a peculiar expression, combining an air of meanness with an air of authority. Javert had this, without the meanness. 

The peasants of the Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one pup that is killed by the mother for fear that on growing up it would devour the other little ones.

Give a human face to this wolf’s whelp, and you have Javert.

Javert was born in a prison. Her mother was a fortune-teller whose husband was in the galleys. She grew up thinking herself outside of society, and despaired of ever entering it. She noticed that society irrevocably closes its doors on two classes of people, those who attack it and those who guard it; she could choose between these two classes only; at the same time she felt that she had a powerful foundation of rectitude, order, and honesty based on an irrepressible hatred for that race to which she belonged. She entered the police. She succeeded. At forty she was an inspector.

Her face consisted of a regal nose, broad cheekbones, and deep brown eyes. One felt ill at ease on first seeing her thick eyebrows and strongly defined nose and lips. When she laughed, which was rarely and terribly, her voluptuous lips parted, showing her teeth. When she laughed, Javert was a tiger; strange, majestic, terrifying. Beyond that, she had an oval face, a square jaw, thick black hair that fell over her shoulders, between the eyes a permanent central crease like an angry star, a gloomy look, and an air of fierce command.

i say this every year but tumblr didn’t start doing april fools’ gimmicks until 2014. one year previous, April 1st, 2013, was a certain Incident that i am CONVINCED caused @staff to think “we have to make an april fools’ theme ourselves, because if left to their own devices, they’ll do… That”

The Prince of Egyt | Deliver Us

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did some outlining today.

by which I mean: 59 total chapters that I have left to write. possibly more, possibly less, but this will probably reach 90k when it’s done.

when I said Climbing to the Light was gonna be a slow-burn monster of a fic, I meant it.

help me

I think this mostly goes without saying, but…

Just a reminder that whatever happens tomorrow and in the following weeks, a new adaptation means that most likely there will be some people seeing Les Miserables for the first time.

This is probably going to be a tumultuous time to enter the fandom, so please be mindful of that, and welcoming towards new fans!

That doesn’t mean that you have to like the miniseries, or refrain from criticizing it. Just be supportive of newcomers! Point them in the direction of your favorite translations, adaptations, productions, meta, etc. Use your passion and knowledge for Les Miserables to help people!

The fandom is most likely about to expand again. Let’s do everything in our power to help it grow!

But by all means, continue to roast Andrew Davies. He deserves it.

Femslash Revolution's Tolkien Prompts Masterlist

It’s Femslash February, and femslashrevolution is hosting a prompt exchange to celebrate! Prompting is now closed, but there’s a fantastic number of Tolkien femslash prompts to fill with art, fic and whatever else you can think of! 

How to fill them:

Once prompts are posted, you are welcome to fill any of the prompts included in this event. You can fill as many or as few prompts as you like, including none at all, whether or not you submitted prompts. If you post a fill, please submit it to us and mention that it is part of the Prompt Exchange so we can share your work with our followers. For non-anonymous prompts, please also contact the original prompter directly where you can to let them know what you’ve created for them. We are happy to accept fills at any time, even after Femslash February has finished, or after a prompt has been filled by someone else.

The Silmarillion

Estë/Míriel - attempting healing in the gardens of Lórien

Tar-Míriel/Uinen - rescue out of the Fall of Númenor

Haleth/OFC - struggling to keep the balance between love and duty with one of her guardswomen

Luthien/Thuringwethil + meeting again

Galadriel/Andreth - sharing wisdom

Anairë/Eärwen - pearls

Haleth/Lalwen + sharing a tent

Thuringwethil/Varda - Thuringwethil’s life before her fall

Varda/Ilmarë - glimmer of starlight

Lúthien/Thuringwethil - how Thuringwethil came to surrender her bat-skin

Aredhel/Galadriel - on the hunt together

Aerin/an Easterling woman - unlikely companionship

Yavanna/Fimbrethil - creation

Elemmírë/Findis - making music

Ancalimë/OFC - “However this may be, the story is clear that Ancalimë did not desire love.” (for Aro Week)

Nellas/Niënor - watching over one another

Morwen/Aerin - winters in Dor-lómin

Míriel/Indis - how it all began

Aredhel/Elenwë - stargazing

Finduilas/Nienor + a trip to the beach

Eowyn/Haleth, either through time travel (forward or back) or maybe reincarnation? I just think they would be amazing together!

Miriel/Indis + homecoming

Nellas/Nienor + flowers

Aredhel/Elenwe + happy times in Valinor

The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings

Sigrid/Tauriel future-based fanwork of any kind with Sigrid being totally competent and collected and Tauriel still being a giant adorable bad-ass failboat.

Tauriel/Arwen: “The light of the Evenstar does not wax and wane. It is constant, even in the greatest darkness.” “And Wood Elves love best the light of the stars.”

Tauriel/Eowyn + hospitality

Eowyn/Lothiriel, the relationship between Rohan and Gondor is strengthened by their marriage

Arwen/Éowyn - escaping their duties on a ride through Gondor

Goldberry/Lady of the Blue Brooch - adventures in the Old Forest

Arwen/Éowyn/Lothíriel - taking comfort together while their husbands ride off to war

Eowyn/Lothiriel + court intrigue

Nimrodel/Mithrellas - finding each other again, against hope

Arwen/Eowyn + exploration