never apologize you’re gorgeous
never apologize you’re gorgeous
Also all I need is white short sleeve button up and a bow tie to go with this cardigan and pants combo and my nerd evolution will be complete.
i am that person who constantly jiggles their leg i’m s orry
ahhh that’s actually my exact headcanon for Combeferre but
Feuilly lived all of his childhood in either blank, impersonal orphanages or normal, nicely decorated foster houses and none of them were home. Some of them he hates thinking about so much - certain smells and paint colours still make him feel that awful, hopeless emptiness that used to seep into his brain sometimes in the middle of the night.
Then, once he was out of the system, he had a few apartments, all crappier than the other: humid, even damp. Cold. Spartan - not by choice, paper-thin walls and nicotine-stained carpets.
Feuilly’s life picked up a lot when he met Les Amis - for various reasons. He finally found a home and a family within his friends, and the timing coincided with him getting a raise at work, a scholarship to go to school, and even eventually, a few months later, moving to a nicer apartment (in a building owned by a former collegue).
And after the nicely decorated (awful) homes of his childhood and the cold, threadbare flats that came after, well. He needs something different.
So he goes a little wild on the decorating. He knows the owner, who lets him paint the walls burnt orange or rapsberry pink or dark kahki. He hangs the ugliest curtains that he found just because he can. He gathers trinkets that remind him of his friends, of all the countries he wants to visit, of all the things he wants to try and put them all in clear sight. The darker parts of his paths are there, too, in photographs and little objects he kept, not quite hidden, because they made him who he is today too. And then there are all of his books, of course! Overall it’s a mismatched furniture and mugs and pillows and hand-knit blankets everywhere.
It’s still a small apartment - nothing fits, it’s almost always a happy mess, but it’s his and it’s warm and it’s home and Feuilly has truly never been happier than when his friends all gather in the tiny living room and fill the space with talk and laughter and family.
I think about this foursome a lot
Also trying new ways to go about things
got tired so it’s not rly done but i’ll prob come back to it one day
bonus super gay version:
He keeps me company.
guess who has a new scanner and lots of shitty art she wants to share with you!
THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY <333 LOOK AT FEUILLY LOOK AT THE REALLY CONFUSED JOLY I’M SO IN LOVE
sometimes i feel cool but then i remember i am sixteen years of age and still have to buy most of my shoes in the children’s department
bringing this back because guess which motherfucker had to buy insoles for…
HEYO DO I HEAR SHOE-BUYING WOES HAVE I FOUND MY PEOPLE
I’m the same! I’m US 5 1/2, so just on the edge for both children’s and women’s, which in practice means I have a hard time finding shoes in either 0.0
Joins the children’s shoes brigade!! I teeter on the edge of children’s and women’s shoes as well!
In addendum to that last ask (it didn’t show up on my dash for some reason, but hopefully you all can see it?) if anyone else is interested in C&P crossovers here are a few more doodles for your perusal:
Crime and Punishment/ A Separate Peace (old art warning)
Crime and Punishment/ Hipsters (Does this count as a crossover? idk)
Crime and Punishment hipster-ized totally counts :)
when courfeyrac says marius’ full name in his loud angry mother voice he probably replaces his last name with random bridges
"MARIUS ARIEL PONT AU CHANGE"
"MARIUS ARIEL PONT NOTRE-DAME"
"MARIUS ARIEL PONT DE BERCY”
"MARIUS ARIEL PONT DE LA REINE JEANNE"
"you’re making them up with Grantaire, aren’t you?"
"YOU KNOW NOTHING MARIUS ARIEL SUR LE PONT D’AVIGNON ON Y DANSE, ON Y DANSE!!"
6 am in Paris
Women’s Halloween costumes make me mad.
look at the names of the luigi one
I hate everything.
he died a hero’s death