I blame Pilferingapples, Caroll-in, and that anon who sent me two messages saying POLAND LAD POLAND LAD. [Who are you? Own up!]
I can't decide, so 3 or 12 or 9 for the holiday trope meme! Enjolras/Combeferre please :)
3. Sappy late night Christmas tree light watching cuddling
and make-outs and also boning
They do not speak. The candle flames flicker in front of them, lending the room a soft glow. Beyond the window, a hundred bells ring faintly.
queer film meme ‖ [6/15] films - imagine me and you
REGGINAREGINARENGIA REGINA REGINA AND U LOOK SO GOOD OH MY G OSHHHH
aaahhhaha thank you <3 and yes, that is correct. i was afraid it was gonna seem really half-assed, but i’m so satisfied with the result.
I must commend you on your excellent eyebrows.
THANK YOU. I am actually so proud of my eyebrows, so thank you for saying that <333
I haven’t been this happy with my makeup like, ever. I should do it like this always. And the red lipstick looks so much better on me without my snakebites. Oh and if anyone can guess or remember which celebrity i’m trying to look like they get a gold star.
Part one of a collection of best tweets found in the #bisexualfacts twitter tag.
its true im highly acidic
I look forward to my future as a shade-giving tree.
Courfeyrac notes that Enjolras is not taking care of his hands, and moves for a solution. For ellevante.
Enjolras did not take care of himself. This was a given fact, and Courfeyrac had been conscious of it so long as he had known the man. Where Combeferre was meticulous in his dress, Enjolras’ cravat was always skewed to the side and aggressively loosened, for he hated it. He did not like the clothes he wore, and often did not like any clothes, because they were too restricting, and because they were uncomfortable, and because Enjolras had sensitive skin that was prone to rashes, and coarse fabric often irritated his flesh enough that when he bathed you could see raised scarlet all across his shoulders and his back.
Courfeyrac was used to the fact that Enjolras did not take care of himself. He was used to reminding the chief to eat when the thought fled his mind (as were all the amis, by now). He was used to gently coaxing Enjolras into going home to bed when it was late and shadows were forming under his pretty eyes. He was used to telling holding Enjolras still whilst Combeferre dressed or cleaned a wound on the other man’s face or his head or on his body, often while Enjolras loudly complained and insisted he would bear his wound without Combeferre’s fussing.
Courfeyrac was not used to this particular care. To get their attention that night, Enjolras rapped his knuckles on one of the tables in the Musain, and for the first time, Courfeyrac took care to examine Enjolras’ hands as he vociferated his newest speech. It was perhaps difficult to follow them, given Enjolras’ tendencies towards violent gesticulation even when he was subdued, fatigued or drunk, but he did so all the same.
Enjolras did not take care of his hands.
You don’t know anything about me.
les misérables dreamcast: a group that barely missed becoming historic
antonia thomas as enjolras, lupita nyong’o as comberre, sam claflin as courfeyrac, ben schnetzer as bahorel, rinko kikuchi as joly, golshifteh farahani as feuilly, donald glover as jehan prouvaire, rooney mara as grantaire, karen gillan as bossuet, & dascha polanco as musichetta
So I know there’s a finals week parody of I Dreamed a Dream but I was singing At the End of the Day earlier and I just thought it worked really well?
At the end of the day it’s another test over
And that’s all you can say for your life all this week
It’s a struggle, it’s a war
No bonus points anyone’s giving
One more day with your heads in the books
Looks pretty bleak
One day less to be living
At the end of the day you are one day more tired
You’ve pulled two all-nighters; your coffee just spilled
And professors hurry past
They don’t hear their students all crying
And that deadline is coming up fast, ready to kill
One day nearer to dying
At the end of the day there’s another day dawning
And you haven’t slept when you see the sun rise
And you want to crash in your bed
But you’ve got to get to your next test
There’s a pounding in your head
Can you even manage to get dressed
And there’s gonna be hell to pay
At the end of the day
At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing
Reblogging those cats will not get you an A
There are parents back at home
And we don’t want to know what they’ll say
If we’re internet famous with that
So we’re making some flashcards.
At the end of the day it’s another day over
And maybe you think you can get through one more
Eat some chocolate, drink caffeine
And study as long as you’re able
Keep reviewing till you scream
In hopes that your job will be stable
You’ve got to pay your way
At the end of the day.