my first time making thing like this

I wasn’t ready for this...

“Do I want to make love with Armin?“

“I’m ready for this?”

“I must confess that I am both terrified and excited.“

“if we continue like this I’ll have to seriously ask myself about it“

“anyway one thing is for sure: I do not want my first time to be with anyone other than Armin“

-NOT A POST- 

Alright, let’s make this quick. Guys, I have literally just moved to a different country and I’m away from home for the first time. This is because I’m a Rebellious Teen™ and I can’t move out without crossing the odd border. I also start med school on Monday, so it’s safe to say that things are pretty hectic right now. (Yes, I do plan on becoming a doctor, and yes - I am also frightened by that prospect.)

I’m writing this because I don’t know how much I will be able to post in the future. I’ve tried to stick to posting almost everyday, but it may become much less often. Therefore, if you see that I haven’t posted for one week - then I haven’t stopped the blog. It may just be harder for me to be consistent with the timings. 

If I do continue posting like normal, then ignore this post. I obviously have no idea what I’m talking about.

Anyway, that’s about it. While I still have your attention, I just want to say a massive thank you (because I’m sappy as hell in real life tbh). We’ve almost reached 1400 followers (!) and that’s absolutely insane. A few (biased) mental calculations tell me that it’s more than Voldemort ever had, so ha (I know I’m probably wrong but let me have my moment).

Until next time ~

(whenever that may be 👀)

anonymous asked:

I wish you the best of luck on your trip to your parents. Just know that Charlotte will be with you throughout the whole thing. And if things get out of hand? F*ck 'em! Turn on your heel and book a trip back home and get back to little Nutmeg. Dealing with their bull will just make you seem like an easier target and that it's not hurting you. Of course, try to talk to them first, but if they still don't seem to understand, why should they be worth your time

Thanks, Anon. I don’t think I would be able to do any of this if @ask-charlotte-falsettos wasn’t by my side. I’m only extremely worried about my mom’s side of the family. My dad’s side is a lot more progressive, and my dad’s sister was really the only person who immediately supported me when I came out. I think she kinda knew before I even said anything. Apparently my dad’s gotten better, but my mom’s side makes up more than half of the family, so the thought of having at least 20+ people against me is terrifying…

anonymous asked:

so, what did you think of the album as a whole? or have you already talked about it and i just missed it

i haven’t talked about it, lol; you didn’t miss anything

honestly, i’ve only listened to it once. my first impression was that it felt like they had too many ideas and not enough time to make them…cohesive? 

so, okay, i was discussing the creative process with a friend of mine, and how as a writer it’s part of your job to read everything you can get your hands on. one of the things you do after that is try and imitate the stuff you liked in your own writing. but a second, and larger, part of the work is done subconsciously: you process everything you’ve just consumed, you pick it apart, and the parts that work for you get incorporated into your signature style. this subconscious labor also helps you eliminate weaknesses in your own work. this is a creative process that transcends fields; whether you are writing, painting, composing, et cetera, this is part of the work that you do.

i can see that bts and bighit wanted to experiment with new styles, but frankly, i think most of it got stuck at the “imitation” phase. i can’t explain it, but i just felt like most of the songs lacked bts’ signature style. 

i also–and this is my personal preference–don’t like to be talked to in songs. like all this “hey, girl, you like me and i like you, i’m romancing you from 1000 miles away” is not my schtick i cannot listen to serendipity at all, i just can’t. i am not the target audience there and i recognize that; but frankly it wouldn’t have worked for me even back in the day. i’m a natural born shrew, thx. so yeah, just kinda seeing a lot of the lyric translations, i’m ambivalent.

i think maybe if these schmoopy lyrics were written in the third person, it would change the way i feel about them. like if they were stories about other people, rather than messages directed at the listener, it would be okay. i don’t like reading first or second person fiction either for the same reason: i don’t want to be part of the story. 

i’ll go back eventually and listen to the album again–maybe i will change my mind or find more particular things to say–but i’ve been super busy and don’t have enough time to listen to an entire album in one sitting. 

on the contrary though, i have listened to “sea” about two dozen times. i really like it. it has nice imagery.

PSA

Sweet followers, mutuals, anybody who might listen out there in the dark blue void that is Tumblr.

I feel like it’s time to come back.
The summer is over after all - last week I saw Orion up in the night sky for the first time again since spring. Considering my location on earth it’s a sign that winter is approaching fast and that I need to prepare myself to make it go by as smoothly as possible. (I don’t really like winter. I can’t help it.)

That I’m back won’t change much for you, dear followers, because you’ll only be sitting back, watching, as I clear out my favs and reblog some things. Maybe throw in some personal posts, some random things my brain comes up with at night. You know - the usual.

There are still some things I’d like to tell you, like what I even did the whole time I was absent. (you can skip that part if you’re not interested in knowing this)

  • I played video games. LOTS OF THEM. It was awesome. I finished AC: Black Flag, Firewatch and Portal. AC: Unity is almost finished and I’m taking my time with Fallout 3 because - like Skyrim - it’s a game that I want to explore as much as I can.
  • I read some books and fics.
  • I wrote some poems and new chapters of my fanfics - not as much as I had intended to, because writing is haaard.
  • I spent time with my friends, playing D’n’D or other stuff.
  • I worked my ass off for a month at the hospital. (It was an internship, so no payment >.>)
  • I mourned the death of Chester Bennington. I still get sad from time to time when I hear their music or watch their latest music videos, but it’s okay now. I am okay now.
  • I ventured into drawing a little, both traditional and digital. In a few days or so there is going to be a post with my first digital drawing, we’ll see how that comes out…
  • I finshed SPN season 9. (the Destiel was so strong in the last few episodes, I literally had to stop the stream and breathe to calm myself down from laughing hysterically. Cas gave up his entire. angel. army. for Dean. - wait no, I’m not gonna talk about this, it doesn’t matter. I’m just going to continue watching.)
  • I started listening to the Welcome To Night Vale podcast. Hooo boy, how I love that series… I’m at ep. 50 and there are definitely going to be some posts/reblogs about WTNV on my blog because the fan works are super cool and the whole thing is faSCINATING.

Yeah I think that’s about it.

I hope you were doing fine, too! Tell me about your summer if you like, I’m here and listening <3


~ Saminzat

just tagging some people… @bella-monoxide @wanderingcas @phoenixislost @dmsilvisart @acrossthetallgreenriver @samwinchestrs @tokufan1

While going through my drafts looking for things to add to my queue, I found this, which I’d apparently written but never posted.  I feels like now is the appropriate time to do so.


I had a thought, and I am probably not the first person to notice this so please pardon me if someone else has mentioned this first BUT I am excited and want to talk about this.

So Umbreon’s markings look like a solar eclipse, right?  And this makes sense, because the “umbra” is the darkest part of a shadow, and specifically during a solar eclipse, it’s the darkest part of the moon’s shadow, where the total eclipse is visible from.

What I didn’t realize until just now is that Espeon has this connection too!  During a lunar eclipse, the moon doesn’t disappear.  Instead, due to interference from the Earth’s atmosphere, it turns red, like the gem on Espeon’s forehead!

saisai-chan  asked:

imagine someone with a cloning quirk accidentally cloned an army of Baku Jr.s so now Bakugou is surrounded by a massive fluffpile of angry barking tiny doggies who only listen to him

(from this)

and then they nap together b/c Bakugou honestly doesn’t know what to do about this other than to wait it out. the kids walk by and don’t know what they’re looking at

the juniors thought that they were threats. RIP kirishima and kaminari

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he just wanted to see genji’s smile

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Yuuei cycle club 

Bruce does the thing where when he wants to get his kids’ attention he’ll be like “Say your name if you can hear me!” because that’s what my mom does, so of course that’s totally something Bruce would do, especially because it makes things way easier when they’re talking through the comms on patrol. It’s gotten to the point where every time he does this, they just yell back random names

Bruce: “Say your name if you can hear me, guys.”

Dick: “SOFIA THE FIRST”

Barbara: "BARACK OBAMA”

Jason: "DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA”

Cass: "Jorge”

Tim: "MILEY CYRUS’ TRUSTY SLEDGEHAMMER”

Steph: “MARTIN LUTHOR KING JR, AT YOUR SERVICE”

Duke: “SMITTY WERBENJAGERMANJENSEN”

Damian: ”…Your mom”

Bruce: 😑

real talk though

i think the thing with harry potter - why it’s so loved, why it’s so derided, all by people who grew up reading the books - is just that. a lot of the people on sites like this who are reading it and critiquing it and analysing it are people who were kids reading these books, and grew up reading them. (mostly because we’re a large age demographic on these sorts of social media) i know i was four or five when i read them for the first time; i think they might have been the first novels i read independently like that. and i loved them! of course i did, i was four or five, and already an up-and-coming urban fantasy fan. they were full of magic, and kids who were sort of like me, and i loved them.

of course, i’m not four or five now. and neither are any of the people who grew up with the books when they were released. we’re all in our late teens and twenties, and when we look back, we’re looking back with an adult’s critical eye.

because when you’re nine years old, as i was when half-blood prince came out, or eleven, as i was when deathly hallows was released, the idea of harry going into the cave with dumbledore, or snape’s past with lily, don’t seem all that bad. after all, harry’s sixteen, and that’s way old - and snape’s past totally absolves him of any wrongdoing, right? it’s so romantic

and then we got older, and we read that series we’d loved when we’re kids, but we’re older and more critical. we look at it as adults, and see where it’s lacking. how there’s maybe five people of colour in harry’s year, how the only lgbt+ character was revealed to be so outside the books and it was never mentioned inside them, how messed up it is that harry did all this stuff and lived through so much when he was just a kid. even silly stuff - holes in the worldbuilding, little details that make no sense when you look at them twice.

now i’m twenty one and wondering why dumbledore couldn’t have put more adult wizards on harry’s case to help and protect him; why jk rowling imagines a world that seems to be white and straight and cis in its makeup. because i’m older, i understand these things a little more. and i can critique them, because why not? all media is flawed, in some way or other. 

but at the same time, i’m still that four or five year old reading these books for the first time and imagining myself with harry, ron, and hermione. having magical adventures in a land far more interesting than mine.

and i think that’s what i, personally, got from harry potter. it inspired me to write my own stories, the kind of stories i want to see. and on its flaws and failings, i want to build my own worlds, building on the things that annoyed me about the worldbuilding to make my own thing.

and it’s gonna be flawed, too. in different ways. but if i can make one person feel the way i felt, sitting up past my bedtime devouring philosopher’s stone like a starving person at a banquet, it’ll all be worth it.

Better Latte than Never

it’s my birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE 21ST OF SEPTEMBER IS FINALLY HERE, and that means a fic!!! have a destiel coffee shop AU on me. <3

“What are you having?” Castiel asked with a smile, and Dean’s stomach flipped.

“Um. Regular latte,” he managed to say, and smiled.

“Regular latte,” Castiel repeated. “Coming right up.” He turned away, and began to prepare Dean’s drink, tanned hands picking up a plain white cup which he spun into position onto the coffee machine, glancing up to see whether Dean had noticed. Dean smiled, hoping it came across as ‘impressed’ and not ‘totally smitten’.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other behind the cafe counter, Dean waited for his latte to be ready. He preferred espresso, if he was honest - but lattes took longer to drink, and just recently, Dean had found himself becoming a professional in the niche field of ‘reasons to take a long time over drinking a coffee in a small cafe’. He’d never even liked coffee that much - it had always been more of a necessary evil, utilized when he’d pushed his sleeping schedule beyond the reasonable limit - but that was something that he’d conveniently forgotten, just recently.

In fact, he could date this very specific amnesia to the exact moment that he’d walked through the door of this tiny cafe, tired in the middle of a long day at work and gasping for something to drink on his lunch break. That had been the first time he’d come, but there had been a second time, and a third… and now it was almost a whole month later, and Dean was still coming in every day.

He wished he could say that it was the coffee at Better Latte Than Never that kept him coming back. The coffee was good – or at least, Dean thought it was, though he was no expert - he hadn’t exactly sampled a whole lot of different brands. In fact, recently, he hadn’t even bothered buying his usual packet of filter coffee when he went grocery shopping. He spent so much time in Better Latte Than Never that he was starting to genuinely worry about the effects of overcaffeination.

After all, maybe those effects included giddiness, and butterflies in his stomach, and a heart rate through the roof, all of which Dean had been experiencing on a daily basis - but if he was honest, Dean didn’t think he could blame the coffee so much as the maker of the coffee for the symptoms.

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Laundry Day (M)

word count: 5k

genre: smut; domestic au

pairing: reader/jeongguk

warning(s)/kink(s): dry humping, clothed sex, dirty talk, swearing, fantasizing, slight nipple play, teasing

summary: jeongguk always pioneered one household chore: laundry. now why he had such an affinity for it, you had no idea. that is, until you come home and he lost track of time, causing you to stumble upon him in the midst of something strange and yet altogether intriguing.

music: work out - j.cole ; touchin’, lovin’ - trey songz ft. nicki minaj 

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The fact the video starts with OOTW dead makes my heart hurt. The video is my all time favourite video from the elements to the wolves (my fav animal) to what the song means to me. The song is tied with Long Live as my all time favs. Seeing OOTW dead was so heartbreaking but I’m so excited for this new era. I’m here for taylor not taking any shit for the most pathetic of things. I feel like a proud brother. This bitch

au where arthur is some kind of forest spirit and alfred is a prince

not sure where this is going but i like it

No Regrets - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by little--batman

Summary: Soulmate!AU - When your soulmate gets hurt you receive a flower tattoo on your body on the same location they were wounded. Imagine (Y/N) having her whole left arm covered in flowers while Buckys whole hand was covered in them.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: There really isn’t any, unless you’re afraid of Bucky finding happiness. If you’re afraid of that I feel sorry for you.

A/N: First soulmate au?? Been wanting to do this one long before I started this blog??

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When Bucky grew up he didn’t have flowers on him like the other kids. Nobody ever knew that, of course, he was good looking enough to get whoever he wanted at his hip. That’s one main reason why he got along with Steve, Steve never got any either. They both believed maybe they weren’t destined to have a soulmate, of course there was the option that their soulmates maybe never have been hurt but it was a long shot.

After being woken up from his cryogenic stasis and retrieving most of his memories back he realized his whole right hand was covered in flowers. He never believed he had a soulmate but it registered in his head that his soulmate was from a different time period than what he was from. He soon also figured out that Steve also had the same issue; He had a soulmate but was destined to meet them after he woke up from his frozen state.

As for (Y/N)? She had millions of flowers. Some were randomly placed on her body, Bucky had them as well. But the ones that stood out the most were the full sleeve she had on her left arm. She often hid it but lately she began to flaunt it off. Her soulmate had to have had something messed with their whole left arm, it wouldn’t have been that hard to point out in public too. She always looked out for the left arms of strangers in public, but she never had good luck.

Not only that but (Y/N) constantly looked at the hands of people as well. She knew they would have flowers there. She wasn’t as normal and ordinary as others, she had powers that nobody else had. She hid them, she knew what happened to people after they showed others the gifts they possessed. She was practically a human torch, she could heat up anything she wanted. When she was younger she was practicing and accidentally burned her hands, it was so bad that she couldn’t use them for weeks and had to make up an excuse that she did it while cooking something. Of course everyone believed her because nobody thought of the alternative that she had super powers. She hated the way her hands looked, scars covered them from her wrist to the top of her fingers, she would never go anywhere without hiding them with gloves.

She was cleaning up the counters of her job in the middle of the day when an oddly large group walked in. She sighed to herself knowing she would have to take care of them because the only other person on duty was already at another table. (Y/N) was wearing a classic blue and white waitress outfit and her jacket, it was a chilly day so nobody obliged to her clothing choices. She often wore a jacket anyways, only due to the tattoos crawling up her left arm.

(Y/N) walked up to the table that the group had chose to sit at before preparing herself to take their orders. She flipped open her small notebook before taking the pen out of her pocket, plastering a fake smile on her face.

“Hello, I’m (Y/N). I’ll be your waitress today, if you need anything please run it by me! I can order your drinks if you would like and while I go make them I’ll give you time to choose what you’d like to order.” She gave a toothy smile before looking at everyone, waiting for someone to point out what they’d like to drink.

“I’ll just have a water, please.” The blonde male spoke up first and gave you a smile.

“Me too, I’d like a water.” His darker friend next to him ordered the same thing and thanked her shortly after.

“I’ll have a strawberry milkshake and my pal here would like a coffee, please.” A redhead clapped her hands before patting her older friend on the back, receiving a glare that soon turned into a joking smile.

“And you two?” (Y/N) looked at the two males who haven’t given a drink yet. One was looking at the menu while the other was staring off into his lap.

“I suppose you don’t have alcohol here, do you?” A bearded (and clearly) wealthy man gave her a look before setting the drink menu down.

“No sir. The only drinks we have are on that menu.”

“Then I’ll just have a shake as well. Make it a mint.”

She wrote down the drink before focusing her gaze on the quiet man. His head was down and his conscience clearly wasn’t with the rest of them. His long brown hair overlapped most of his face and a hat was covering his eyes. He wore a baggy black sweatshirt and gloves. If anything, he didn’t want to be there and it was very noticeable.

“He’ll have a water too, thanks.” The same blonde from earlier spoke up on the quiet mans behalf. She nodded with a smile before returning to behind the counter to make the drinks. She was almost done until a bit of the mint milkshake spilt onto the sleeve of her jacket. She cursed quietly to the point where only she could hear herself and removed her jacket, setting it in the back room before looking at her tattooed arm in disgust. She always wanted to flaunt her arm around but never while on the job. She mostly got bad looks from it and it often decreased her chances on a tip. If it meant less money, then she wasn’t a big fan.

She finished the drinks before placing them onto a tray and carrying them to the table with one hand. She set half of it down on the table and half balanced with her knee before she started to hand them out towards everyone. When she was finished she set the tray under her arm and pulled out her notebook once again to write down the orders of the group. She smiled to the few who thanked her for the drinks.

“Have enough time to figure out what you want to eat?” She put on the same fake smile as before. They ordered their food one after one and yet again the quiet man was the one that was last to order. She looked up at him only to realize his eyes were strongly fixated onto her arm. Her confidence completely dropped knowing the meaning behind his stare, every time a customer laid eyes onto her arm she felt insecure, she felt as if she should apologize like it was her fault, and so she did.

“I am so very sorry, sir. I’ll go put on my jacket.” She was about to quickly go throw on her stained jacket before he spoke up in a deep, raspy voice. It was the first words he had spoken since he entered the building.

Why do you wear gloves?” She stopped in her tracks and stared at his with wide eyes. By this point the rest of the group had realized why he was so interested in her arm and hands. They all shared the same look, they all wondered if this was Buckys soulmate.

“To hide what’s underneath.” Her eyebrows were furrowed at the mysterious man. She had to admit, she had no idea what his deal was. First he stares at her arm and then asks what she is hiding underneath the leather on her hands. Of course, she was oblivious to what was happening but perhaps it’s because she didn’t know what was under his left arms sleeve.

Buckys right arm pulled down the zipper of his jacket before tearing it off. At the same time he ripped off the gloves from his hands and stared at the flowers inked perfectly around his palms. (Y/N)’s eyes widen as she looked at the cybernetic limb connected to his body. His whole left arm was missing, and her whole left arm was covered. Bucky raised his human hand and showed her the printings on it, his eyebrow raised as he focused his gaze on her covered hands.

Overcoming her ego, she set the tray and notebook down on a nearby table before unbuckling the bucks on her gloves and sliding them off. Her hands were burnt beyond any recognition, if it weren’t for the obvious figure by her fingers and palms, you wouldn’t be able to tell it was actual human flesh. Bucky soon stood up and walked towards (Y/N).

“Come with me.” He whispered into her ear with a stern voice. She quickly caught on before grabbing her notebook and handing it to her co-worker. Her co-worker nodded in agreement, by the look on (Y/N)’s face she knew she needed a moment. She quickly thanked her before running out the front doors to meet up with the stranger who just so happened to possibly be her soulmate. When she walked out he had his hat in one hand balanced on his hip and his other was running through his hair. They stood there silently for a minute before he looked her in the eye and spoke up.

“I have a line of flowers on my lower back.” His hand went to the neck of his shirt before lifting up a bit to show the tattoo on his back. (Y/N)’s hand came to cover her mouth. It was the same scar she received when she was little, it reach from the lower part of her back to the middle. If she wasn’t wearing a dress she would have showed him then and there to prove to him.

You’re my soulmate.” She spoke through her hand. He hands dropped to his sides as he stared at face. He stared at every detail noticeable by the human eye before looking at her burnt hands covering her lips. He saw the way her nose perked out, the way her (Y/E/C) eyes stared at his. Her eyes were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he could stare at them for hours. He stared at her luscious (Y/H/C) hair and the way it was perfectly laying above her shoulders.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His hand hesitantly came up and caressed hers, overlapping her cheek. Within a second her hands snaked around the boys neck and pulled his body into a tight hug. His body tensed up from the contact but soon after he relaxed and put his around her waist. She set her head in the crook of his neck and smelt his amazing aroma. After a moment of standing there (Y/N) opened her eyes and saw his friends staring out the side window at them. She let out a small giggle before pointing into their direction.

When Bucky turned around he let out a big scoff before giving them the finger, his lips turned into a smile once he heard the beautiful, moment-stopping laugh escaping her lips. He grabbed her hand before giving it a kiss and staring at the scars left on her.

“You shouldn’t hide your hands, you know.”

“And you shouldn’t hide your arm.”

Bucky had stayed with (Y/N), sitting at the bar stool where she normally would be behind the stand. His friends soon left after eating and patted him on his back, knowing he was going to stay for a while. They talked all night like normal people having a normal conversation. He learned about her past and she learned about his.

“So why exactly did you feel the need to put your jacket on earlier when I was looking at your arm? And why do you wear the gloves? I mean I understand the looks you would get from people, I get them too when people see my arm but… I’m just asking why you care of what others think.”

She set the last dirty dish into the washer before turning it on and facing him. “It doesn’t give you the best reputation.” She removed the rubber gloves from her hands and placed them into the trash before lifting her hands and studying every crease and imperfection.

“I hate being known as the girl with the burnt hands. I hate receiving stares and sympathy looks. I hate walking down the street and hearing someone whisper ‘that really must have hurt’. People who want their food suspect that a well professional, that isn’t covered in ink and scars will serve them, hiding them not only satisfies their needs but it gets me more money. It’s just how business works.”

His hands reach for hers and brought them up to his lips. He kissed the top of her hand over and over and looked into her eyes.

“Don’t ever feel like you need to hide anything from me. You’re my soulmate and I wouldn’t want you any other way. Besides, your arm is my fault anyways. If I hadn’t lost my arm then-” (Y/N) smiled at him before cutting him off.

“Don’t. I wouldn’t want you any other way.” His teeth shined through and she mimicked his smile. They had been there hour after hour talking about anything and everything. It was the first time Bucky had truly opened up to someone and he didn’t regret it at all. He loved the way she would smile and laugh at any joke he said, whether it was funny or not. He loved the way she would give him a concerned and loving look after he shared a hurtful memory from his past. He loved the way she would listen to every word he would say, thoughtfully while simultaneously thinking of the perfect thing to say back. He wasn’t even suppose to originally come to this restaurant at first but Steve insisted, and he didn’t regret giving into his best friends wishes. He didn’t regret anything he did in his life because it all led up to this moment, the moment where he met the love of his life.

He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He didn’t regret a thing.

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Visual development of my short minute film this semester

(working with the lovely conversation of two old friends, hope it’ll be on the bbc site soon .o. )

things i don't want to see on my dash this era

active swiftie follow trains !!! :)))))) *made by urls i have not seen in 3 years

any type of post that starts with “IMPORTANT please reblog this and tag taylor!!!!one!!!11!!!!!” and shows up five times on my dash (you know the ones)

any post with fifty reblog comments that are variations of the same damn thing

any post that has fifty reblog comments of “@taylorswift YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS LOL”

reposted edits/gifs/graphics. make your own goddamn content you cowards

and while we’re at it don’t send me asks or messages asking me to reblog your posts when i don’t even know you either. (this is exactly why i took out “taylor follows” from my description in the first place)

Did I ever tell you buds bout a discovery i came to? no? well lemme enlighten you.

It wasn’t until I watched the ‘72 adaptation where I noticed the revolutionaries were building the barricade partially from paving stones and I didn’t remember if that was accurate seeing as most adaptations just go for the furniture pile.

so turns out this is accurate. “twenty yards of pavement had been torn up” (its a really long quote but they were used to start the building of the barricade”

One of my favourite lines had always been “you are tearing up the pavements of hell!” […] “our barricade is built from good intentions.”

It’s obviously a play on “the road to hell is paved with good intentions” but realising that the revolutionaries actually tore up the streets to build the barricade makes that line SO MUCH MORE SYMBOLIC.

Basically Victor Hugo why do you make me feel things about PAVING STONES?