Montparnasse making people uncomfortable because no one can tell if they are a boy or girl or what and because of that no one is sure how to act around them if assumptions can’t be made off of Montparnasse’s gender but also the knife the knife also makes people very nervous
Currently a Les Mis and WTNV blog, with smatterings of other sundry fandoms.
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You know who’re the most underrated characters in the whole second half of Les Mis?
CHOWDER AND FRICASSEE
(or Matelote and Gibellote if your version doesn’t translate their names)
I mean, just imagine. You’re going about your customer service drudgery and then BAM, suddenly your most frequent customers decide that this is a swell place to build a barricade, and now you’re melting silverware into cartridges with no hope of clocking out on time. At least your BFF/girlfriend/whatever is there with you.
Neither of them is attractive according to Hugo’s descriptions, but I had @eccecorinna’s problem where they both ended up as total cuties anyway, and I’m not at all sorry.
CORINTH STAFF ART CORINTH STAFF ART
I swear when I get a break from the DOOM CHAPTERS that are currently taking seriously ALL MY BRAIN I am binging on CORINTH STAFF DRAWING PARTY, because yes, these women are FANTASTIC.
The Terrible Thénardiers: Gav as a genius jaeger mechanic who simply understood how gears worked and played with them; Ep as a member of the jaeger corps as a reserve pilot. [ » ]
headcanon: they’d be perfect Drift partners, but Gav was too young (Courfeyrac was absolute about this rule), and he served the resistance better with his knowledge of circuitry and gadgets.Once again based off of EK’s Les Mis/ PacRim AU
"Someone’s going to kill you one day, Cecil. And it will involve a mirror. Mark my words, child.”
Ok I apologize profusely because this is hands-down the darkest thing I have ever drawn in my lifetime. But the idea stuck with me and I had to draw it.
There is a post going around tumblr with tens of thousands of notes saying that I “announced” that a certain character in my book The Fault in Our Stars dies one year after the end of the book.
1. I have never said, written, or thought any such thing. (Photoshop is magic!)
2. If I had said, written, or thought any such thing (which, again, I did not), it would not become true. As you’ve probably heard me say a gajillion times, I don’t think the voice of the author should be privileged when it comes to matters outside a book’s text. So if I ever make such an “announcement,” I don’t think it should carry more weight than any other reader’s speculation.
I ended The Fault in Our Stars where I wanted to end it. I have never said anything about what might happen before or after what’s depicted in the book. I finished writing it, for better or for worse, and it now belongs to you.
enjolras u look like a hipster and what are you even wearing (not your own clothes for sure)
maybe drawing really isn’t my talent
maybe i dont want to be an artist
maybe i want to be
I want more queer friendship stories. Not just stories where the only two queer people find each other and fall in unhealthy codependent love in a sea of cishets. Give me whole communities of queer people. Give me queer best friends gushing to each other about their silly crushes. Give me younger queers going to older queers for advice and guidance, without getting creeped on. Give me queer friends cuddling and watching tv together, or baking cookies together, or a big group of diverse queer people fighting about where to go out to eat because everyone has a different favorite place, but ultimately they decide to go to everyone’s favorite place at least once and just flip a coin or something to decide who’s turn it is to pick. Give me queer friends from different cultures bonding over sharing their cultural differences. Give me queer people starting college or moving for a new job and learning how to be a part of a new community full of other queer people.
Romance is nice and all, and queer romance needs more representation. But friendship is every bit as important, and more important to some people. I don’t want to hear stories where I have to hope I find that one other queer person to be happy with and then shut out the rest of the world. I want community.
yeah. yeah i would love a body pillow. are you volunteering
are you saying this as in using my body as a pillow as we cuddle
or are you going to stuff my corpse with stuffing and sleep on it
*pays homage to scott mccall*
I’d rather teen girls reading nothing but terribly written fanfics about their favorite OTPs that express healthy and emotionally-sound romantic relationships than “great literature” that teaches them they are prizes to be won or creatures to be controlled or destroyed.
'mountain dew' and 'sierra mist' mean the same thing