it’s honestly crazy that like. in theory literary icon jean valjean would do crazy numbers on tumblr, fanfics, etc. he’s a dad. he’s canonically hot and ripped. he has a tragic backstory and self esteem issues. he’s got nuclear levels of catholic guilt. he’s even unmarried so you can old man yaoify him to your heart’s content. man was built in the blorbo factory. but the book he’s in happens to have 20 college age twinks and the musical film based on the book came out in 2012, creating the perfect storm of oncelerfication that defines the fandom at large to this very day. anyway they could never make me shut the fuck up about you jean valjean
can you really look me in the eyes and tell me Grantaire is a twink. you fool. you absolute buffoon
Shoutout to Roger allam Javert. Idk what they did to him with the makeup but he looks dead. I fucking love it.
Dudddde what if we were foils and you were beautiful and i was ugly and you have revolution in your eyes and i believe in nothing and you chastely drop your eyes at all things that were not the republic and i stare fixedly at all women and you were absolute in your ideas and i was shapeless and you pitied me and i venerated you and you scorned me and i admired you and you disdained me and i loved you. What if in the presence of you i became someone once more, what if i was charmed by your chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature without me being clearly aware of it and without the idea of explaining it to myself occurring, what if i had need of you, what if i were your unaccepted pylades what if bro can you hear me
dude you are so interesting. but i hate how much stuff you do in private... (like i just thought of it) i actually have a spare room in my panopticon
You should probably keep walking
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i tried to make a venn diagram but my migraine is ironically too bad for me to have the brain power to take the time to fix the proportions and then i locked one of the text layers and got pissed off and gave up. but i kind of like it all fucked up like this
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tea isn’t just a drink it’s a handwarmer it’s an experience it’s a love language it’s a friend it’s