It’s 2013 why can’t I look up a smell on the internet?
brigwife: v4cc1nes: owlcitymordred: stagdoeandfawn: catully: brigwife: latitudeoctopus: brigwife: wait you mean you don’t use the word ‘fortnight’ in america??? Wait what? Then what do they use? they don’t have a word what do you mean they don’t have a word what kind of uncivilised people are they?? the fuck is a fortnight It’s a word for ‘two weeks’ Who the hell uses...
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the-ultimate-visionary: andthefaultisonmyown: drummerlisa: pirksa: THANK YOU FOR INCLUDING A MAP, I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT CONTINENT I AM LIVING IN LOL FOR COMMENT ABOVE. But-personally-I was asked some time ago,if my country is in Africa…and I`m not black :P You can be non-black and live in Africa…
euphrasiefauchelevent: “leave marius alone”: the new musical containing the thrilling numbers “he doesnt owe eponine anything please stop that” “marius pontmercy is not the comic relief” “if u compare him to moon moon again i will end you” and the showstopper “do u even realise how much this guy goes through stop blaming everyTHING ON HIM”
Just FYI, when people call Grantaire ‘Taire’ it isn’t the same as telling him to shut up. French doesn’t work like that. The verb is actually ‘se taire’, meaning that just ‘taire’ on its own doesn’t make any sense, and it’s the infinitive anyway (which means ‘to shut up’). If you wanted to actually tell Grantaire to shut up,...
Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone...– When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating. It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry...
lokissocks: Enjolras: A sprawler. Likes his space. Anyone sleeping near him will wake up with arms and legs thrown across their bodies and nuzzled into. In the summer he wrestles with his blankets as he hates the feeling of them getting sweaty and clinging to his ankles and legs, so kicks them off onto the floor, strips his top and sleeps without covers. He’ll constantly flip the pillow all...
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viva-la-prussia: batched: theangelsparade: ...
astreetcarnamedthetardis: the best moment in literary history is by far the time in the odyssey when odysseus and his bros stab polyphemus the cyclops in his eye but he thinks odysseus’ name is “no one” so he thrashes about the cave screaming “NO ONE BLINDED ME!!!” and the other cyclopes are like “oh my god polyphemus SHUT UP”
So I’m writing a Les Mis fanfic in which revolution is not part of the plot. Easy? No. I have been mentally at war with Enjolras all day. He wishes to revolution. One does not simply stop an Enjolras from revolutioning. Any tips on how to tame my Enjolras would be appreciated.
attackofthechewenod: Every time a character in a fic refers to Enjolras as “Enjy” I imagine him stopping everything, looking into an imaginary camera and saying “no”
maydaykoigo: curiouslyhigh: bunnywith: tahnoscheeks: do you ever just get up from your computer to walk aimlessly around your house only to sit back down in front of the computer again I pointlessly open the fridge too. sometimes i just stand in the middle of the living room and look lost. Why am I in the bathroom
how to prepare for exams: cry
A letter, crumpled and discarded one night before...
Eponine, I love you. You have a nice bite, though infuriating and it suits me. You make me frustrated beyond my capacity—but you should stay away from the barricades. Someday I will convince you that college boy can do you no good. If I saw you now I’d keep you away myself. I want to see you living by the end of all this. Love, Montparnasse (P.S. If I hear the first gunfire snap and you are...