will destroy your ears

Dear Victor Hugo on your birthday,

Thank you for writing Les Miserables. It means a lot (probably too much) to me.

But mostly I want to say. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry your book is still relevant. I’m sorry your lessons fell on deaf ears. We are destroying our world through corruption and power and your writing has become more relevant than ever.

You state in your preface “as long as there is misery in the world books like this will be useful” but to think that in 2017, almost 200 years later, those words still ring true? It’s awful. So much has changed in the world, yet fundamentally the problems you address in your preface - and in the 1500 pages that follow - have barely shrunk a measurable amount.

Your book is an award winning musical now. It was filmed with a star-studded cast. It has had so many adaptation both for screen and radio I honestly cannot count them.
And yet nothing has changed.

I love your book. I think about it constantly. It is a work of genius and care to the extent I have not seen before. So this is a thank you for writing it.
But I hate that it is still relevant and I am sorry that your book is still useful.

Sincerely,
Me

anonymous asked:

You got me feeling //all// sorts of things with your concert vibes. I'm especially stuck on the idea of a Pink Floyd/Roger Waters concert with Harry, like either showing up just a touch high or getting high there, and being plastered to each other the whole goddamn time while the music just destroys you. GOD. And leaving the concert with your ears ringing and your brain melted unable to keep your hands off of each other as you're coming down from your high...damn i want that.

And climbing into the car that’s come to collect you from the venue and you’ll still singing along to the songs you heard that night, humming gently. When he ducks his face into your neck, he’ll start peppering kisses up your jawline, licking and pecking soft kisses to your skin before singing against your lips and kissing you passionately. And you can smell and taste the cheap beer in his breath and on his tongue and he’s got bleary eyes as he comes down from his high, euphoric state and his hands are fumbling around your body and they’re more eager than ever to get your clothes off so he can touch your skin. 

“Gon’a fuck you so hard when we get home, baby. Nice ‘n deep ‘n hard. Right inside yeh.”

Holy hell. PLEASE. xx

either

A: Lucio, world famous dj who has built his entire character around music, is playing songs through his speakers so quietly it is completely impossible to hear outside of a 10m radius

or

B: Lucio is listening to music through his headphones so fucking loudly it can be heard within a 10m radius Lucio please stop you’re going to destroy your ears

Today marks the 78th anniversary of Orson Welles’ and the Mercury Theater’s broadcast of War of the Worlds… it’s THEE radio show that inspired my love for broadcasting and like every year I will be listening to the show in honor of Halloween and the genius that was Orson Welles.  And as Welles said, “This is Orson Welles, ladies and gentlemen, out of character to assure you that The War of The Worlds has no further significance than as the holiday offering it was intended to be. The Mercury Theatre’s own radio version of dressing up in a sheet and jumping out of a bush and saying Boo! Starting now, we couldn’t soap all your windows and steal all your garden gates by tomorrow night… so we did the best next thing. We annihilated the world before your very ears, and utterly destroyed the C. B. S. You will be relieved, I hope, to learn that we didn’t mean it, and that both institutions are still open for business. So goodbye everybody, and remember the terrible lesson you learned tonight. That grinning, glowing, globular invader of your living room is an inhabitant of the pumpkin patch, and if your doorbell rings and nobody’s there, that was no Martian…it’s Hallowe'en.”  Long live Halloween!

Beginning(Momoko and Hajime)

Day like every day in Nanba.Hajime had to make a report of his building and luck wanted to Momoko was in the room to do the reports(to fix that there is room to make reports in peace).Hajime wasn’t sure if he wanted to take reports with her, but he had no choice because he couldn’t sleep with them.Her heart was pounding, but she couldn’t say anything to him.So they sat silently making reports.By the time.
Mitsuru-Yoooo!Hajime!Momoko!
The black haired guy screamed.At that moment they both looked at him with displeasure.As if not looking at this room was created to work in peace and with him was not even talk about it.
Mitsuru-Do you make reports together? How sweet!
Momoko-Could you go out or at least be quiet?
Mitsuru-(On the ear)Oh, I’m destroying your date?
Momoko-Get out!
And how suddenly he appeared so he also disappeared.
Hajime-How can you withstand him?
Momoko-I myself sometimes think about it.
Suddenly the conversation about how annoying Mitsuru has evolved.And then began to expand on other topics.
Hajime-… and then Yamato knocked Rock out the window.
Momoko-(laughing)Interesting things happen in your building.
Hajime-I cann’t complain about boredom.
Momoko-It is hard to believe how can we talk so long without getting bored.(sweet smile)
Hajime-Uh oh fa-factually.
He didn’t know what had happened.He began to feel comfortable talking to her,when he saw her other face,but now his heart started to react strangely.When they finally made the reports and said goodbye, Hajime was still thinking about it.

Meeting punk!michael for the first time caused you to experience the most exhilarating summer break you’ve ever had. His green eyes would hypnotise you, placing you under a spell you couldn’t escape and when his chapped lips met yours, you fell even deeper. Michael had you wrapped around his finger and he knew it, leading you to places you’d never even dreamed about and creating new highs and lows for the both of you. You think it was the toxic feeling of his calloused fingertips on your waist that turned you into a puppet on a string, but maybe it was the familiar lilts of his accent, whispering hushed words into your ear. But whatever it was, he destroyed you in the most beautiful way possible and it was only when he left that you understood why storms were named after people.

tell me you wanted
to get closer
so you can destroy the heart.
Burn the sun.

Whisper in my ear
how your lips are sealed
with our secrets
but your tongue is coated with poison–
Belladonna.
So you gave him a kiss,
and urged him
to kiss back.

Tell me you are stronger than Icarus.
That the sun does not tempt you,
that you leave him,
and his love for it’s

Golden
Golden
Deathly.

tell me he loves you
but you don’t.

—  “Tell me a lie”