Jewelry By Michael Michaud, So Dreamy

The "new" (actually very, very old) fandom calls for a new fanart.

Permets-tu?

I’m sorry I’m the one you love

— thomas penny

𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

Saw this painting on my cruise ship and I couldn't help but think of the ABC crew. Enjolras in the red with Combferre and Courfeyac with him, obviously. Grantaire in the vest on the right (perhaps with Bahorel), Marius in blue to the left....

This won’t work for everyone but sometimes when you can’t bring yourself to shower you’ve gotta get yourself in the mindset that you’re trying to beat the shower speedrun world record. Water bare minimum temperature you can stand it, suds, hair, rinse, out in less than two minutes. Like you’re paying for water at a campground. Pull off the band aid approach. Use a stopwatch if that helps. Have a personal best shower time. Don’t slip.

However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras.

I don’t think we talk enough about how the entirety of Wicked is built on the irony of No One Mourns the Wicked. The musical exists because Glinda feels the need to tell Elphaba’s story, because she is in mourning and entirely alone in that. Glinda’s love is what creates the musical because no one mourns Elphaba except her, and that is an incredibly lonely place to be. She’s just lost two of the most important people to her, and all she’s trying to do is make someone, anyone else see how important they were.

Finished a new piece. I think it speaks to my state of mind. Notice the fine details. :)