October 4, 2013
pilferingapples:

10,000th post should really probably be all the Boys, but darn it, I wanted to draw the canon couples (plus Henrietta and Bossuet who are…sort of canon? I have no idea what to call that. Headcanon built to spec? ) and s so THIS IS WHERE I’VE BEEN ALL NIGHT because apparently the part of my brain that makes these decisions decided to try TOO MANY THINGS but WHEEE I’m DONE nothing but flat-color cartoons for a while for this fangirl, augh. (I don’t know why Bossuet and Henriette were trading hats in the first place. Probably because they are both tremendous dorks.)

I LOVE this.  Gorgeous colors for gorgeous people!

pilferingapples:

10,000th post should really probably be all the Boys, but darn it, I wanted to draw the canon couples (plus Henrietta and Bossuet who are…sort of canon? I have no idea what to call that. Headcanon built to spec? ) and s so THIS IS WHERE I’VE BEEN ALL NIGHT because apparently the part of my brain that makes these decisions decided to try TOO MANY THINGS but WHEEE I’m DONE nothing but flat-color cartoons for a while for this fangirl, augh.

(I don’t know why Bossuet and Henriette were trading hats in the first place. Probably because they are both tremendous dorks.)

I LOVE this.  Gorgeous colors for gorgeous people!

September 13, 2013
3.4.1 THAT CHAPTER continued

notquitelostnotquitefound:

Comments on the translation spreadsheet (which I’m glad people are enjoying!). Lots of Denny-bashing.

I’ll number these by the spreadsheet row, which means everything will be thrown off if I add anything…. oh well.

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OH THEY ARE AT THIS CHAPTER

A few more and I can read along!

I expect there has been a brick!club surge in participation?

July 23, 2013
and i vow i shall not savage you: tywinning asked you: 2012-08-09 03:37 As a professor, may I ask you...

onlyalittlelion:

As a professor, may I ask you what you think about fanfiction?

I think fanfiction is literature and literature, for the most part, is fanfiction, and that anyone that dismisses it simply on the grounds that it’s derivative knows fuck-all about…

June 21, 2013
justhistorythings:

JGT Post
(…this is Fantine from Les Miserables)

justhistorythings:

JGT Post

(…this is Fantine from Les Miserables)

June 19, 2013

pilferingapples:

…SOMEONE ASKED FOR THIS. And I don’t draw enough of Courfeyrac and Courfeyrac’s Weird Friend.

See you in a couple hours, Tumblr!

Oh my goodness, Marius is so determined. “I will do what I must to maintain my honor.  With Hollandaise, this could be delicious.”  

May 31, 2013

amarguerite asked: Yikes, thank you for catching that! Neither I nor my beta did, so I am super grateful you did. I've changed it now! And thank you very much for all your kind words, they are super helpful for getting my jeep revved up enough to keep trying to drive out to the end of the anxiety safari!

Glad to help with any repairs I can!  Hope you can manage to push through the brush soon.  (And if you need anyone to snipe elephants, let me know…)

Occasionally I find a very minor mistype in your older stuff.  Shall I nudge you about it here?  (I hadn’t found you here the first time I read through and there’s no way to PM on Ao3…)

May 27, 2013

allamp:

Combeferre, who spoke thus, was not an orphan. He recalled the

mothers of other men, and forgot his own. He was about to get himself

killed. He was “an egoist.”

(Full size →【DA】)

Wow, I love the several perspectives of the scene, with the same characters visible from different angles.

(via maedhrys)

May 23, 2013
pilferingapples:

REBLOGGERING BECAUSE CHEESE WROTE THE FIC THAT GOES WITH THIS
it did not exist when the picture happens but it exists nowhaving materialized several days after this picture
APPARENTLY THAT IS HOW WE DO but anyway go read the thing, it is a good thing and there are hijinks and cuddles.

You guys need.  NEED.  To put together a full illustrated version of this.  This is adorable and there are so many good scenes you could illustrate and so many places it could go.  I’m not the hugest fan of reincarnation-type AUs but this.  AWWW.  Aw.  (I know, Ms. Apples and Mx. Cheese, that there are Things and Life  and Such, but the world WOULD be *slightly* better were your further collaboration to produce something United And Grand.  Just sayin.)

pilferingapples:

REBLOGGERING BECAUSE CHEESE WROTE THE FIC THAT GOES WITH THIS

it did not exist when the picture happens but it exists now
having materialized several days after this picture

APPARENTLY THAT IS HOW WE DO but anyway go read the thing, it is a good thing and there are hijinks and cuddles.

You guys need.  NEED.  To put together a full illustrated version of this.  This is adorable and there are so many good scenes you could illustrate and so many places it could go.  I’m not the hugest fan of reincarnation-type AUs but this.  AWWW.  Aw.  (I know, Ms. Apples and Mx. Cheese, that there are Things and Life  and Such, but the world WOULD be *slightly* better were your further collaboration to produce something United And Grand.  Just sayin.)

May 18, 2013
little-smartass:


Jehan started the whole thing - the gentle tug on his arm, the quiet but firm voice that insisted that Grantaire is upset and that you need to talk to him. Enjolras shrugged him off, scathingly and perhaps a little cruelly instructing the slight man to just pass the drunkard another drink. 
Jehan frowned terribly at that and said something disapproving about how he shouldn’t talk like that because Grantaire was a more sensitive soul than anyone realised and Enjolras heaved a long-suffering sigh because dammit he had a whole revolution to run he didn’t have time to tend to the finer emotional issues of a young man who was a fringe member of their group at best and, at worst, its most eloquent critic - but if upsetting Courfeyrac was like kicking a puppy, upsetting Jean Prouvaire was like rounding up and systematically abusing half the puppies in Paris. The sadness shining in those bright green eyes was just too much, even for him, so he climbed to his feet with another sigh. Jehan nodded in approval and studied him intently, lips pursed, as Enjolras made his way across the café to where Grantaire was slumped.
He had no idea what to say. He was not a natural comforter - righteous fury was what gave him his eloquence and charisma, but it wasn’t something that tended to cheer other people up. He cleared his throat and gingerly toed the other man’s boots, but Grantaire did not react further than a vague sort of grunt.
Thinking about it later, Enjolras could not remember half of what he’d said. He’d crouched down and offered an awkward jumble of polite sentences which had merged into a lecture on the damaging effects of alcohol that was probably a little too harsh, and at some point Grantaire had looked up to give him a blank but intense stare that unnerved him somewhat, and he’d just rounded up by explaining how he only said these things because he didn’t want to lose a friend and then all of a sudden he had a face-full of dark curls and two warm arms clinging to his neck.
He wasn’t a person that actively sought out hugs, but certain Amis enjoyed demonstrating their friendly affection in a physical way, so he had become accustomed to and generally comfortable with them. Grantaire, however -unless he was incredibly drunk - always stayed physically distant, so the somewhat desperate embrace startled Enjolras for a good few seconds before he remembered to return it.
“Thank you.” Grantaire mumbled against his shoulder. Enjolras smiled, relieved that he seemed to have either said or done the right thing.He had no doubts that they would return to their usual routine of debating and bickering, but for that moment, it was…nice.

Inspired by the Thaxton version E/R hug

little-smartass:

Jehan started the whole thing - the gentle tug on his arm, the quiet but firm voice that insisted that Grantaire is upset and that you need to talk to him. Enjolras shrugged him off, scathingly and perhaps a little cruelly instructing the slight man to just pass the drunkard another drink. 

Jehan frowned terribly at that and said something disapproving about how he shouldn’t talk like that because Grantaire was a more sensitive soul than anyone realised and Enjolras heaved a long-suffering sigh because dammit he had a whole revolution to run he didn’t have time to tend to the finer emotional issues of a young man who was a fringe member of their group at best and, at worst, its most eloquent critic - but if upsetting Courfeyrac was like kicking a puppy, upsetting Jean Prouvaire was like rounding up and systematically abusing half the puppies in Paris. The sadness shining in those bright green eyes was just too much, even for him, so he climbed to his feet with another sigh. Jehan nodded in approval and studied him intently, lips pursed, as Enjolras made his way across the café to where Grantaire was slumped.

He had no idea what to say. He was not a natural comforter - righteous fury was what gave him his eloquence and charisma, but it wasn’t something that tended to cheer other people up. He cleared his throat and gingerly toed the other man’s boots, but Grantaire did not react further than a vague sort of grunt.

Thinking about it later, Enjolras could not remember half of what he’d said. He’d crouched down and offered an awkward jumble of polite sentences which had merged into a lecture on the damaging effects of alcohol that was probably a little too harsh, and at some point Grantaire had looked up to give him a blank but intense stare that unnerved him somewhat, and he’d just rounded up by explaining how he only said these things because he didn’t want to lose a friend and then all of a sudden he had a face-full of dark curls and two warm arms clinging to his neck.

He wasn’t a person that actively sought out hugs, but certain Amis enjoyed demonstrating their friendly affection in a physical way, so he had become accustomed to and generally comfortable with them. Grantaire, however -unless he was incredibly drunk - always stayed physically distant, so the somewhat desperate embrace startled Enjolras for a good few seconds before he remembered to return it.

“Thank you.” Grantaire mumbled against his shoulder. Enjolras smiled, relieved that he seemed to have either said or done the right thing.He had no doubts that they would return to their usual routine of debating and bickering, but for that moment, it was…nice.

Inspired by the Thaxton version E/R hug

(via affirmednothing-deniednothing)

May 17, 2013

pilferingapples:

ARGH WHY CAN I SOMETIMES ADD PICTURES TO REBLOBS FROM THE ASKBLOG AND SOMETIMES NOT

Tumblr you are a mystery

ANYWAY THANK YOU GAWKIEBIRD I loved this Ask SO MUCH WOW, if you have not had to sit through My Thoughts On Unicorns and Enjolras and Amis and Mythical Beasts you have had several hours of your life allowed for more profitable pursuits but I HAVE SERIOUS THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS, because UNICORNS ARE NOT SPARKLY HORSES AT ALL.

…Poor Combeferre though. IS IT SO WRONG TO LOVE KNOWLEDGE STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT UNICORN.

MS. APPLES YOU DID IT  YOU ARE FRELLING FANTASTIC!!!!

It’s gorgeous and brilliant and I can’t see it more perfect.  (This is what I get for disappearing for 2 weeks, all the fabulous art you have done BEGINNING WITH THIS ONE have been overlooked.)  I love how Bahorel recognizes the unicorn’s expression first, and Combeferre’s all ”…but metallurgy is pure!  Isn’t it?”  And of course Jehan’s violet-eyed innocence and Unicorn has fabulous hair.  Perfection.

Thank you so much for adoring this and making it exist!  And I was quite pleased with my unicorn-filled askbox; it had been a long time since I’d thought so hard about unicorns.

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