Just Wait For Season 2 Crashout Mulder Buddy You Are Not Ready

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

Shoutout to Roger allam Javert. Idk what they did to him with the makeup but he looks dead. I fucking love it.

Hello everyone! I'm excited to announce the official dates and prompts for #Barricade Week, which is happening in one month!!-- ! Thank you to the people who sent in prompt suggestions, and share this post to make people aware! Feel free to join in however you're able-- creating fanworks or sharing/ commenting on other people's work are both equally important! Follow the prompts if you need ideas, or do whatever you want! Make as many or as few pieces as you would like! For each day, the prompt is to do something relevant to what happens on that day--and (optionally) follow the bonus prompts related to important symbols from that chapter.

June 4th: “The Day Before the Barricades” (Eponine defends Marius) Extra prompts: “One day More,” Animal souls (Eponine referring to herself as "The daughter of wolves")

June 5th: “The Barricades Rise” Prompts: A red flag, “Love, the future is thine” June 6th: “The Barricades Fall”  Prompts: “Shooting a flower" (this is how the National Guard describes Enjolras); “Do you permit it?” June 7th: “The Aftermath” (the rescue of Marius/death of Javert) Prompts: The river, ”the derailment of a soul”

Thank you all, and happy creating! #barricade week

Modern au Jean Valjean would send stuff like this to Cosette daily at 6am on the dot

i am nooooot locked the fuck in. im locked the fuck out. call the locksmith

It's so nice being on tumblr because you don't even have to make your own post but people would still follow you anyways if you're good at rebloging posts they like

You should probably keep walking

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

talking to people while holding a beverage is awesome because you don't have to know what to do with your hands and when you don't know what to do with your face you can just take a sip