A Sorceress. The Outfit Was Drawn Using This Photoset As A Reference.

not that i’m actually on this blog much at all (yo my personal is just -socks instead of -arts), but i’m basically rochethos and scott lang/maggie lang/jim paxton blog now. is that a weird amalgam? yes. have i absolutely no shame? also yes.

“jenny of oldstones” of game of thrones and “edge of night” of lord of the rings are as yet incomparable because we haven’t seen the final episode of GoT yet. we haven’t even seen the big battle at winterfell which is going to be comparable (narrative-wise at least) to the battle of gondor against the nazgul. (i could go into comparisons with the white walkers vs the nazgul, the night king vs sauron, but as i haven’t actually read asoiaf and honestly don’t intend to i don’t think i’m qualified on that account.) but in any case, “edge of night” has lyrics which are juxtaposed between denethor eating and clearly uncaring of his son’s plight and the riders galloping valiantly to their fates, while “jenny of oldstones” is essentially a montage of all the faces of the people who are going to either die or lose their loved ones, peacefully or at least calmly contemplating their coming fates. and this is a contrast that we can look at in and of itself but until we have the entire completed oeuvre that is game of thrones, we can’t say for certain that “and she never wanted to leave” (in the context of jenny dancing with her ghosts) will have the same effect on GoT’s serial narrative as “all shall fade” (in the context of shadow and clouds fading) has on LOTR as a trilogy, and until we see who lives and who dies and what the ultimate outcome of the series is, we cannot properly compare these two sequences. in this essay i will

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"Okay, let's go steal the Magisterium."

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leverage s3 & his dark materials s1 ; alec hardison/parker/eliot spencer ; multichapter ; rated T.

part four: in which there is a little illumination, but not enough.

((ahha. Thank you. Honestly, it was a word vomit.

It was a true word vomit, but a word vomit nonetheless. I'm glad it came out less jumbled than it was in my head.

I just want people to realize how awesome they are. I see so many broken people on here and I want to help all of them, I want to patch up their injuries and kiss them better and help them see that they deserve help, that they are worth help and worth better than what they have and what they think they are.

And that's precisely why I'm going into the field that I'm studying, because I want to help people.

I only wish I could help everyone.))

I was about to make an impassioned argument complete with bullet points for why Javert didn’t actually kill Fantine, except I already wrote a chapter in my WIP addressing that issue.

so here, have Fantine’s ghost giving Javert the lowdown.

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

Modern AU OT3 Joly/Grantaire/Courfeyrac

Joly’s Ring: pure silver with an engraving on the inside saying “Thomas Grantaire & Eric Courfeyrac”

Grantaire’s Ring: pure silver with splashes of color and the engraving “Eric Courfeyrac & Phillip Joly”

Courfeyrac’s Ring: Black onyx and the engraving “Phillip Joly & Thomas Gratnaire”

Five years after collage the three men had there lives together enough to officially settle down together and get rings. Grantaire and Courfeyrac designed Joly’s. Courfeyrac and Joly designed Grantaire’s. Joly and Grantaire designed Courfeyrac’s. They had a small ceremony with just them and a few friends where they swore to be faithful to each other till death.

there might not be lasers shooting out of their eyes but there is some definite mutual hatred going on there. click to biggerize.

reference: (x).

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

Stranger: tell me a story

You: once upon a time, there was a little boy who was born in a prison

Stranger: mmmhhmm go on

You: he grew up an outcast, rejected by everyone around him

You: the people who raised him taught him about the law, and how it was very important to follow the law and never ever break it

You: so when he grew up, he decided that there were two kinds of people that other people didn't like: criminals, and policemen

Stranger: ooooh ooh

You: and he decided to be a policeman because he wanted to follow the law

You: one day a convict broke parole, and the policeman chased him across the country

Stranger: omg then what:o

You: the convict took a new name, and the policeman tried as hard as he could - he searched everywhere - but he could not find the convict

You: seventeen years later, a revolution was brewing

You: the policeman went undercover to see if he could spy on the revolutionaries, but he got caught

Stranger: :O

You: the leader of the revolutionaries was going to kill him, but then a man stepped up and offered to do it himself

You: it was the convict from seventeen years ago

Stranger: WHAT

You: the convict took him into an alley, and took out a knife

You: and he cut the policeman's bonds, and told him that he was free to go

You: the policeman couldn't believe it. a convict is a convict is a convict, a bad person, who can never change. but this convict had showed him kindness

Stranger: :OOO

You: the policeman went about his duty, and when the revolution had been successfully squashed, he ran into the convict again. the convict had an injured man with him

You: the policeman told him that he was going to take him to jail, but the convict pleaded a few hours' time, so he could get the injured man back to his family

You: and against every instinct, the policeman let him go

You: he could not believe what he had done. on the one hand, he had broken the law that he had sworn to uphold. on the other hand, he had helped a good man do a good deed.

Stranger: wooooah

You: he wanted to go back and arrest the convict. but again: on the one hand, if he did so, he would be upholding the law, and on the other hand, he would be arresting a good man.

You: his entire world had been turned upside down

You: he realized that if a convict could be a good person, then there had probably been hundreds of good people he had unknowingly put in jail. his whole life had been a lie.

Stranger: omg

You: so he did the only thing he could do

You: or at least, the only thing he thought possible

You: he committed suicide

Stranger: WHAT?

You: that's right. he wrote a letter to the prefect of police, pointing out various corruptions in the system, and he went to a bridge overlooking the most dangerous part of the river, and, placing his hat on the edge of the bridge, he jumped

Stranger: did you just randomly make this up?

Stranger: thats some george orwell shit

You: no, actually. it's victor hugo

Stranger: ...

You: les misérables.

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