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because Gavroche was the ruler of the streets of Paris, a brother, a fighter, a literal beacon of hope, a song bird
I dont trust anyone who hates Cosette. All she did was love her dad, fell in love, and be cool and some people hated her for that? Fuck offff
It’s wild to me to see transvestigator conspiracy theories online that could be so easily explained by natural human variation. That woman has a deep voice? Yeah, sometimes they do. A woman has broad shoulders?? Maybe she plays rugby or hits the gym a fuckton. There’s a “bulge” in her tight pants?? Maybe her vulva is just fat. All the “markers” of trans woman that transvestigators use to harass any woman aren’t even things unique to trans women.
Transphobes talk about women like they’re Barbies. Have you forgotten the existence of cameltoe? Tiny boobs? Narrow hips? Broad shoulders? Why do you think choirs have altos and not just sopranos? What do you think female athletes look like? Do you think a woman that lifts weights and plays contact sports will look like a 90s supermodel? At what point in history did we collectively forget that human bodies have natural variability???
official anti terf post
Oh dear god it's Barricade Day again
Happy Barricade Day :-P
? 10TH ANNIVERSARY
So if heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied Illuminate the ‘no’s on their vacancy signs If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks I will follow you into the dark
Enough with obsessing over this just get it posted already.
Wishing you all a happy contemplative completely non-trivial gah whatever i can’t think of any suitable adjectives Barricade Day.
[It’s already 5th June where I am. ;-)]
[I have no acceptable excuse for Jehan’s bare feet, and I apologise. It’s just that I tend to draw my figures in the nude first and then lay the clothing sketch *over* that - and while filling it all in I decided it would be a shame to cover up the feet. Ah well… it’s probably something that someone who’s given to Romantic excesses might do anyway. Even if it’s risking tetanus, but that’s Joly’s problem, not mine.]
A lines-only version here, just in case anybody wants to play colouring book with it or something. ;-)
“This barricade is made neither of paving stones, nor of timbers, nor of iron; it is made of two mounds, a mound of ideas and a mound of sorrows. Here misery encounters the ideal. Here the day embraces the night, and says: I will die with you and you will be born again in me.“
Happy Barricade Day 2020
Brothers, he who dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a tomb all flooded with the dawn.
Barricade Day 2019