Gringoire's out of guises

Somewhere the poet's mun can put his feet up, scribble nonsense and peruse things that don't properly belong on his muse's blog but still tickle his fancy.

princedesruesdeparis:

For my Esmeralda, my Moon Goddess.

(via hislunegoddess)

hislunegoddess:

To the handsome poet in my life, and the stars which have danced your eyes that have captured my heart….my love to you, Pierre.

hislunegoddess:

To the handsome poet in my life, and the stars which have danced your eyes that have captured my heart….my love to you, Pierre.

rebekinha90:

Bruno Pelletier - Lune

What to say about this song? It always touches me! It’s so beautiful, so sad, so full of meaning! And Bruno’s voice makes it perfect!

A great song from a wonderful musical! =)

bruno-pelletier:

Bruno Pelletier - getting into Gringoire 
'Notre Dame de Paris' behind the scenes

hellacakesikenaw:

linrenzo:

eccentricsoul:

theabsurditiesoflife:

gaksdesigns:

Artist Redosking (Instagram / Facebook

fucking my god

And at first I thought the pic sucked

I. Fucking. Quit.

Every time I see an amazing art piece I start hating myself smh

(via mavkakiss)

Il qui elle avait l’honneur d’avoir pour mari

moonlit-rumour:

One of the many reasons why I love Pierre Gringoire:

When Esmeralda told Phoebus “no,” he guilt-tripped her.
When Esmeralda told Frollo “no,” he had her killed.
When Esmeralda told Pierre “no,” he said “OK.”

This is especially impressive considering that in many places during olden times, wives were considered the property of their husbands. Assuming Pierre could have gotten her dagger away from her (yes, I know, that’s a big assumption for him, but shh), he could have done whatever he wanted and nobody would have seen a problem with it. But he didn’t. He didn’t even try to get the dagger away.  She said no, and he respected her wishes.

The Gringoire’s poem

sto-klosow-burzy:

I followed a pretty girl,
Enchanted by her grace.
I was refused to share
This bit of husband’s place.
Nonetheless faithfull, I stayed along,
Among the dirtest scum of Earth;
They taught me juggle all day long,
Walking with mouth full of chair.
This idyl couldn’t last too long,
For people plot their evil plans:
And so the priest with dolt along
Concocted to purloin my wife.
But she was nescient, peachy doll,
With heart what’s full of love -
To laugh jauntily she carried on,
Wanting to gain the said love back.
Her chosen one, the valiant knight,
Would only seek for bed.
And no surprise - they ended there,
But both have found sorrowful end.
And it is true what people say
Of Esmeralda’s coward friend:
I fled like mist, with stolen goat,
As I watched her naive world’s bent.

Guys, I don’t exactly speak english flawless(ekhm, as if anyone would ever think so), so this most likely contains some mistakes, I’m truly sorry.

And this piece of verses is not relevant to my musical project.

Daniel Lavoie / Bruno Pelletier - Florence
dying-suffering-french-stalkers:

beautyandthepriest:

alekstzyk:

Remember that scene from Notre Dame de Paris where Claude suggested to Pierre Gringoire to put on a dress and pretend to be Esmeralda?(I fecking love how my sentence sounds ambiguous)
Yep, an old doodle I drew during crazy chat with friends from NDdP fandom. It’s totally how it goes in the book. Trust me.

this takes ‘mad priest’ to a whole new level
"YO GRINGOIRE PUT ON A DRESS AND PRETEND TO BE ESMERALDA SO THEY’LL KILL YOU INSTEAD, ITS TOTALLY A FOOLPROOF PLAN"

"OH YEAH TOTES M. L’ARCHIDIACRE I GOTCHA BRO WHAT A GREAT PHILOSOPHICAL EXPERIMENT IT WOULD BE AN HONOR TO DIE FOR YOUR GYPSY GIRLFRIE- hold the frack up, what?”

I’m stuck now with images of the ambiguous bit at the top…. Bruno Gringoire [ because gitane hair ] in a dress and bad slap trying to fend off the crazed priest… who’s stroking said long curly hair in a decidedly creepy manner." I knew this was a bad idea.." 

dying-suffering-french-stalkers:

beautyandthepriest:

alekstzyk:

Remember that scene from Notre Dame de Paris where Claude suggested to Pierre Gringoire to put on a dress and pretend to be Esmeralda?
(I fecking love how my sentence sounds ambiguous)

Yep, an old doodle I drew during crazy chat with friends from NDdP fandom. It’s totally how it goes in the book. Trust me.

this takes ‘mad priest’ to a whole new level

"YO GRINGOIRE PUT ON A DRESS AND PRETEND TO BE ESMERALDA SO THEY’LL KILL YOU INSTEAD, ITS TOTALLY A FOOLPROOF PLAN"

"OH YEAH TOTES M. L’ARCHIDIACRE I GOTCHA BRO WHAT A GREAT PHILOSOPHICAL EXPERIMENT IT WOULD BE AN HONOR TO DIE FOR YOUR GYPSY GIRLFRIE- hold the frack up, what?

I’m stuck now with images of the ambiguous bit at the top…. Bruno Gringoire [ because gitane hair ] in a dress and bad slap trying to fend off the crazed priest… who’s stroking said long curly hair in a decidedly creepy manner.
" I knew this was a bad idea.." 

(via beautyandthepriest)