#lucioloves

I'm more than happy to announce that on November 5th I got officially engaged (in a non serious, strictly platonic, jokingly lavender way) to my great friend @zzalina! In our enjoltaire vests.

We were finishing our rehearsals for an enjoltaire performance we want to do at a con. For the last one, I asked her if we could record it with the vests. And at the end (which is literally Enjoltaire dying holding hands), I asked for her hand in marriage with a whole speech and paper rings (not a Taylor Swift reference. I don't like Taylor Swift).

So yeah!! We'll have our (mainly Les mis themed) wedding probably in summer, and I'll probably post about it too.

And our flag? Where's the flag that waved at the top of the barricade? She herself has strangled you.

Although, not even God himself has been able to end the monarchy. Is this the omnipotent god's fault, or the republic's own impotence?

How can men become blindly obsessed with an idea, going so far as to allow his own allies to fall along the way? How much is the dreamer willing to pay to chase utopias? Can you fight for a world you won't be there for? I ask myself who is more cowardly. The one who he prefers to refuse change and save his life, or the one who prefers a paradise even without the comrades he fought with? Paradise without comrades can hardly be a paradise.

And I answered him (Enjorlas)... No, rather, I asked him... No, rather, I begged him... No, rather, I pleaded... "let me sleep here until I die". In other words, I surrendered, I sacrificed myself without armor. (...) In that moment, I would like to be a Luis Felipe I's soldier to pierce his heart with a lance, if there's something beating inside of that chest. Do you have so much love for your country and so little for your equals? Is this the love that fits in you?

I'm incapable of so many of the things Enjolras said. It's true that I would never believe in anything. What good would it make at this point? I'm very careful not to, lest I end up giving my life for something foolish/crazy. I'm also incapable of thinking, what would be the point of it? Thoughts often make us do useless things which end up consuming and frustrating us. Am I incapable of love? Only actors and idiots love, that is, those who believe they will get what they love. And both of them end up the same way: with the guillotine or the curtain falling on them.

(To Marius) Either way, your greatest feat will never be in your war exploits. You always had more soul of an artist than a warrior. In that, you remind me... Well, you reminded me of myself. Your problem, Marius, was that the earthquake of passion reached you too late. Yeah, didn't you know love, like chickenpox, is better to contract them as a child? Yeah, If you contract it as an adult, Marius, it can be deadly. Or even worse, it can turn you back into a child.

But manhood is too selfish to carry them out. He is not a worthy fighter for such honorable principles, since he is not capable of carrying them out coherently. Look, we are born romantic beings, it's a fact of life. But when too much melancholy mixes with alcohol, the blindness disappears and the punishment is no other but to come face to face with reality. Then the disenchantment begins, and you stop believing.

But I know a thing about unhappiness. I know it's very expensive because nobody wants to share it with you.

Both melancholy and wine are best shared when your friends aren't around to steal a sip.

The light of your gaze was far more intense and convincing than any luminous argument. (...) I truly believed you, Enjolras. I believed you blindly.

Art: another great lie of humankind. As useless as necessary.

(To his father, about his dream of being an artist) Could anyone be more cowardly? I had given up on my dream, and that was my consolation prize: to dedicate myself to something neither you nor I wanted.

(To his father) At least, today I'm not much like you. Of your vices and virtues I only inherited one of each. My ease in accepting failure and my taste for liquor. Both combined, by the way, taste much better.

(To an ex lover) You knew what is like to love someone who doesn't love you back. I keep swearing that love, only unrequited love and nothing more, is the seed of misery.

(To Enj) If only I had guessed a hint of affection in your last glance. I wish I had kept a bit of hope to...

And now I'm supposed to stay alone forever and ever? Then, amen. I'll endure what Adam couldn't resist.

Lamenting is pointless if no one listens. Greek tragedy would not have been born without an audience.

(To Enj) And tell me, were your feelings reciprocated? Did you also illuminate its path? Would France have given its life for you with the same resolve?

If you had to choose between your Patria and me, what would you choose? You don't need to answer, I know it very well. I only wanted to hear myself asking it out loud. You cannot steal the heart of someone who has already sworn eternal love.

What would you say, father? "Oh, my son. You'd be better off going back to painting; you're much better at that than this love thing".

No! Don't tear off that flower! Don't tear me off this red carnation, what scent am I going to smell now in this world?

It might be cringe or whatever but yes, thinking about les amis and listening to "do you hear the people sing?" and "one day more" is what gave me the strength and motivation to attend the protests today.

Also going with friends and taking care of each other helped get my mind distracted enough to not get anxious.

And taking into consideration that I ended up almost wine drunk, I think it's accurate.

New pfp by @p6tgel who also made Ekko. The background is the Canarian flag (no shield? emblem? version).

All of this came because I said they would fight a lot if they had to work together, but would join to bully Jayce for being from Piltover. And I compared it with how canariones (people from Gran Canaria) and chicharreros (people from Tenerife) have beef but join against people from the peninsula (godos).

So we agreed that Viktor would be chicharrero (despite how much I like him) because he lives in Piltover (there's a whole joke about chicharreros being very similar to the people from the peninsula). And Ekko would be canarión (I mean, look at him).

I'm a spanish philosophy student, amateur actor and singer/musician/artist/writter-wannabe.

I'm more than an autistic fag but I'm mainly that.