Spring Break, 1987, that lovely lady woke up to- What was his name? Was it Ivan?
+Because stalkdontwalk requested some Budey, and you all need some Budey in your lives
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Spring Break, 1987, that lovely lady woke up to- What was his name? Was it Ivan?
+Because stalkdontwalk requested some Budey, and you all need some Budey in your lives
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Some men seem to be born the verso, the reverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patroclus, Nisus, Eudamidas, Hephaestion, Pechméja. They can live only on condition of leaning on someone else; their name is a sequel and can only be written preceded by the conjunction and; their existence is not their own; it is the other side of a destiny that is not theirs. Grantaire was one of these men. He was the wrong side of Enjolras.
- Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (translated by Julie Rose)
I couldn’t resist doing another ambigram for these two…
its 578 miles to nice. we’ve got a full sack of hay, half a bag of lettuces, it’s dark, and we’re wearing our green coats but that’s all right because they look black in this light. hit it.
TAMA IS THIS… MARIUS AND GHOST COURFEYRAC GOING ON A GHOST ROAD TRIP
this. this is the greatest thing.
ELIZABEEEEETH
….BLUES BROTHERS AU THOUGH
(Source: wizling)
how i do me a grantaire
(apologies this was literally all mascara and sparkly black eyeshadow i promise i will be a better grantaire when i actually have makeup sobs)
(attire based off of this post)
(via drunken-grantaire-has)
► The Lark and the Magpie || Part 3: that intervention of the angels
↪ MARIUS, KNOWING OF LOVE, RECOGNIZES LOVE
Eponine’s feeling, not very hidden, becomes clear to Marius one sunny afternoon, and he decides to do something about it.
The boy joins the girl with discretion, looking at the object of her interest. “Eponine, I know who is that girl.” he says softly.
“Oui.” Eponine says. “The girl who just stole my heart.” she looks at her friend for a moment, but then, embarrassed she looks in front of her again.
Marius, knowing a thing or two about love, recognizes the signs, and being the good friend he is, he offers his help in a heart beat. “I can talk to her for you.”
Eponine’s heart skips a beat. “Would you do that for me?” her smile makes her face looks more gentle. “And what will you tell her?” she asks when she realize what little Marius can do. “No, let it be.”
A heart that loves but can’t have what it wants, is a heart that bleed, and Eponine knows that she will ever have what she wants.
“I know where she lives.” Marius announces stopping the girl from running away. “I will bring you there tonight, and you will see her and talk to her.”
It’s a silly plan, and Eponine doesn’t even asks how can Marius knows where Cosette lives, because she doesn’t care, her mind already wandering to the meeting.
“We are all slave to love, after all.” Marius says with a wisdom that doesn’t belong to him, but that sounds genuine coming from him.
Like an angel, Marius came and spoke and gave hope, and Eponine took everything with open hands and let herself sink in the anticipation.
“You Monsieur made me the most happy girl in Paris!” she exclaims, feeling a joy and a trepidation almost forgotten.
The Friends of the ABC
A Group Which Barely Missed Becoming Historic“They declared themselves the Friends of the A B C, – the Abaisse, – the debased, – that is to say, the people. They wished to elevate the people. It was a pun which we should do wrong to smile at.”
I’m so sorry, I made another song.Based of “I’ll Make A Man Out Of You” from Disney’s Mulan, Bobby tries to help Castiel and the boys become the hunters they were meant to be. Of course, they get a little carried away. All voices by me. Enjoy!————
CASTIEL: I think I’d like to become a hunter.
DEAN: Cas…you can’t just become a hunter. It takes hard work, dedication, and conditioning. Plus a healthy level of badassness and courage. Like, can you even shoot a gun?
CASTIEL: I think I can handle it, Dean. After all, I have killed before. I’m an angel of the Lord. I can handle a gun if my angel blade won’t suffice.
SAM: I don’t know Cas, you really think you can handle being a hunter? It’s hard not only physically, but mentally too. You really can’t have attachments.
BOBBY: Ah shut up boys, you don’t know the dog’s nuts about being a real damn hunter.
DEAN: Oh really? And you do?
BOBBY: Listen up, idjits, I’ll make a hunter out of you.BOBBY:
Let’s get down to business
Grab the salt and guns
Did they send me pussies
When I asked for sons?
You’re the dumbest bunch
I ever met
But you can bet
Before we’re through
Idjits, I’ll make hunters
out of youNow listen up.
First y’all do your research
On the witch, or djinn
Once you find what kills it
you are sure to winYou’re a spineless, pale
pathetic lot (Dean: Hey!)
And you haven’t got a clue
Somehow I’ll make hunters
out of youDEAN:
Bobby you’re a real
Pain in the assSAM:
Say good-bye chicks and whiskeyCASTIEL:
I don’t understand
The voice says I’m all out!DEAN:
Jeez, Cas, just forget the phone!CROWLEY:
This is really too amusing.BOBBY:
Now I really wish that I
Had some more gin
(Be a Man)
DEAN:
We must be swift as
The coursing river
(Be a man)
CASTIEL:
With all the force
Of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
BOBBY:
What the hell are y’all
Singing aboutSAM:
Mysterious as the
Dark side of the moon
CASTIEL:
Time is racing toward us
till Lucifer’s rise
BOBBY:
Then why don’t ya shut up
And you might surviveCROWLEY:
You’re unsuited for
Hell’s opening door
So pack up, go home
you’re through
How could he make hunters
out of you?
(Be a man)SAM, DEAN, CASTIEL:
We must be swift as
the coursing river
(Be a man)
With all the force
of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
With all the strength
of a raging fire
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon
(Be a man)
We must be swift as
the Coursing river
(Be a man)
With all the force
of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
With all the strength
of a raging fire
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moonHah!
BOBBY: Well good luck out there boys, your sorry asses are gonna need it.
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Fanart for ´Novelesque Diary´ fanfiction by Ryssabeth
Man I love this fanfiction so much!! GO READ IT herei’m crying all over my keyboard oh my god this is beautiful i think i may have died
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“Did you think to kill me? There’s no flesh and blood within this cloak to kill. There is only an idea. And ideas are bulletproof.”
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OTP: Liir Thropp & Trism bon Cavalish ♥
Son of a Witch {Wicked Years} by Gregory Maguire
” Despite their exhaustion, they hardly slept. They clung to each other, making the least possible noise, and when it got too much to bear they buried their faces in pillows. Spent, at least briefly, they dozed, and Liir’s last thought was: sleeping with the talent. A dragon mesmerist, of all things- what magic a body is- all that you couldn’t know about the world packed up tightly in the flesh lying on your breast.”
(Source: fearlesswinkie)
The Confrontation | Christopher Jacobsen & Hadley Fraser | Les Misérables Queen’s Theatre | 5 May, 2012