schmergo:

scatliffejolras:

but guys guys hear me out

les amis

murder mystery dinner party

The Murderer: The National Guards

The Victim: All of them. They’re all dead. Oh god, who decided this was a good idea?

factsinallcaps:

thankyouforyourcooperation:

factsinallcaps:

CATS HAVE LIMITED OBJECT PERMANENCE AND DON’T ALWAYS UNDERSTAND THAT TWO DIFFERENT DOORS CAN LEAD TO THE SAME ROOM

#SO IS THIS WHY MY CATS ASK TO BE LET IN BECAUSE IT’S RAINING #AND THEN IMMEDIATELY GO TO THE OTHER DOOR AND ASK TO BE LET OUT AGAIN? 

YUP, THAT’S WHY. CATS ARE BIG DUMMIES AND OFTEN SEE NO REASON WHY TWO DIFFERENT DOORS SHOULD LEAD TO THE SAME PLACE, SO THEY FIGURE THEY’LL CHECK IF IT’S ALSO RAINING IN THE OTHER OUTSIDE BEHIND THE OTHER DOOR. 

WHEN THE PROPRIETOR OF THIS BLOG WAS A CHILD, THE KITCHEN LED INTO THE DINING ROOM, WHICH LED INTO THE LIVING ROOM, WHICH LEAD INTO THE FRONT HALLWAY, WHICH LED BACK INTO THE KITCHEN, SO WHEN THE CATS WERE HUNGRY, THEY WOULD CHECK THEIR BOWLS, SEE THAT THEY WERE EMPTY, AND WALK ALL THE WAY AROUND THE HOUSE TO SEE IF THE OTHER BOWLS IN THE OTHER KITCHEN WERE ALSO EMPTY.

Today you are wearing a dress that shows your knees and I want to apologize to your knees for all the grovelling other people have made them do. I want to say, ‘I’m sorry, knees, I’m sorry they made you kneel at their feet and make excuses for the body you belong to.’ You do not have to make excuses. Your body is a surprise party that made me trap my hand in the doorframe. Your body made me spit up all my beer. Your body made me stupid. It’s just so… unexpected. Your body: a curve in the road that leads a person to their destiny. Please don’t ever get down on your knees again. Please don’t ask them to love you. Love is not something you ask for. Help getting the spices down from the top shelf is something you ask for. Extra cheese on your cheesy fries is something you ask for. More time is something you ask for. Love is something that is given. A non-returnable gift at the surprise party of your body. I laid it on the table of your heart. The surprise party is for me, but I got something for you for being such a good host. Here, I got you this love swelling into something almost worrying. No take backs. Here, this is for you. This is for being so… unexpected. Don’t ever fall to your knees again. Don’t ever kiss someone’s feet for a fraction of their affection. Don’t ever bow your head to someone willing to cut it off. Wear dresses every day. I love your knees. I love the body they belong to. ‘Surprise!’ and all the lights go on. ‘Surprise!’ and my mouth falls open.
Donna-Marie Riley (via five—a—day)

A Savage Antinous

tenlittlebullets:

thelibrarina:

Or, how pretty was Enjolras really?

So, right after the oft-quoted line about how Enjolras was angelically beautiful, charming, and capable of being terrible is this line:

C’était Antinoüs farouche.

So Enjolras is a “savage Antinous.” What exactly does that entail?

  1. Antinous was the beloved of the (much older) Emperor Hadrian, so Enjolras can be assumed to have the characteristics of an eromenos—young, beautiful, hairless (no facial hair, at least), sexually receptive rather than penetrative. 
  2. He also drowned around the age of 20, so there’s some heavy-handed foreshadowing going on.
  3. In contrast to the generally passive role of the eromenos, Enjolras was violently active, i.e. savage, in his pursuits.

So we’ve got young, pretty, violent, sexually desirable, and doomed.

But just how pretty are we talking? Actually, we can answer that.

See, after Antinous drowned, Hadrian went a little off the deep end. He declared Antinous a god and commissioned approximately one zillion sculptures of him all around the empire. These ended up everywhere, including plenty that would have been in the Louvre around the time that Hugo was writing.(Note: Pictures below are from this virtual museum, which claims to have been updated in this century but I’m genuinely skeptical.)

So let’s take a look at some depictions of Antinous from the Louvre.

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"Farouche" can also mean "wild" in the sense of feral or untamed, which I think is closer to what Hugo was going for with it—"he looked just like this famous model of male beauty from antiquity, guys… only, you know, not docile and definitely not belonging to anyone." The connotation of "savage" or "fierce" is also in there, but I’m not sure it’s as simple as active/passive.

—oh who am I kidding trying to do Serious Discussion Points I am blatantly reblogging this for the booty

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from89:

Gilles Barbier

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needsmoreresearch:

Baby Toes again!  Guh, I just can’t get over the little windows in the leaves.  I believe that in the wild these plants would be buried much deeper in sandy soil—but I don’t think they would like it indoors in a potting situation.

needsmoreresearch:

Baby Toes again!  Guh, I just can’t get over the little windows in the leaves.  I believe that in the wild these plants would be buried much deeper in sandy soil—but I don’t think they would like it indoors in a potting situation.

kiyala:

socpuppet:

besanii:

jerakeenc:

Why are there no alpha/omega fic where the alphas court the omegas by dancing or singing or building beautiful nests or whatever, and the omegas get to choose?

I want courtship displays, fandom. I want puffed up chests and feathers in their hair.

 (via sarah-yyy)

NO SARAH YOU HAVE TO WRITE IT NOW.

PRETTY PLEASE?
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/JOINS THE SARAH-PLZ-WRITE-THE-THING BANDWAGON

domirine:

bodran is jane’s, valkari is kayla’s, lamia’s mine.

pilgrimkitty:

unbucaneve:

jenesaispourquoi:

professorsparklepants:

Why does everyone say “house-wife” or “house-husband” when “House-spouse” is not only gender neutral, but also RHYMES?

the prof asks the important questions.

Wait, spouse rhymes with house? I always pronounced it ‘spooze’ in my head /o\ WHY IS YOUR LANGUAGE SO WEIRD, GODDAMMIT!!!

Because English beats up other languages in dark alleys, then rifles through their pockets for loose grammar and spare vocabulary.

i don’t want to write this fanfic i want to fucking read it
a novel not written by me (via kingxxxwizard)

fer1972:

Paintings by Marta Marzal

geek-art:

Geek-Art.net

Awesome Craig Drake solo art show at Hero Complex Gallery ! The Geek-Art selection is here.

#geekart

green-tea-rex:

It’s 1am so I’m sorry for the people who won’t see this. But if you want confidence and don’t know how to get it, a really good way is to be confident in other people. When you walk into Starbucks, think, “damn, that barista’s hair is da bomb!” Or when you go to school, think, “my teacher is rocking that skirt!” When you start seeing everyone as being beautiful, at some point you realize that you’re everyone too.