The Jersey Turnpike

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Fri, 24 May 2013 11:22:06 -0400

cumberbuddy: thenyamka: Christ.. (x) Smoking Cumberbatch...

Fri, 24 May 2013 11:07:22 -0400

cumberbuddy:

thenyamka:

Christ..

(x)

Smoking Cumberbatch will be the death of us all. Unf.

enjoy the silence

Fri, 24 May 2013 10:53:29 -0400

enjoy the silence

anaeolist: cute was inwented in russia

Fri, 24 May 2013 10:37:43 -0400

anaeolist:

cute was inwented in russia

perplexingly: My part of art trade with lovely sundayschild,...

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:11:09 -0400

perplexingly:

My part of art trade with lovely sundayschild, who asked for Courf/Jehan

andrew-rannells: i saw some neat shirts in London

Thu, 23 May 2013 23:19:24 -0400

andrew-rannells:

i saw some neat shirts in London

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Thu, 23 May 2013 23:17:53 -0400

-Victor Hugo ‘Les Misérables’

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:33:29 -0400

-Victor Hugo ‘Les Misérables’

Hey so if we have a mutual follow goin on, feel free to ask for my cellular...

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:31:39 -0400

Hey so if we have a mutual follow goin on, feel free to ask for my

cellular number

snapchat

twitter

facebook

instagram

skype

email

facetime

first born

you know, anything you want

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Thu, 23 May 2013 21:25:00 -0400

jessiealmighty: spotteddogz: Here’s how you move out in...

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:22:28 -0400

jessiealmighty:

spotteddogz:

Here’s how you move out in style!

This is why I joined the sorority I did. Right here.

I love these girls

Aaron Tveit’s Cabaret Debut | 54 Below, May 2013[ photos credit...

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:19:57 -0400

Aaron Tveit’s Cabaret Debut | 54 Below, May 2013
[ photos credit ]

Try to forgive, teach me to liveGive me the strength to try.

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:12:10 -0400

Try to forgive, teach me to live
Give me the strength to try.

thorxpoptarts: just wanted 2 draw that outfit (y)

Thu, 23 May 2013 21:10:17 -0400

thorxpoptarts:

just wanted 2 draw that outfit (y)

azraelles: magratheology: Some men seem to be born the verso,...

Thu, 23 May 2013 13:33:20 -0400

azraelles:

magratheology:

Some men seem to be born the verso, the reverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patroclus, Nisus, Eudamidas, Hephaestion, Pechméja. They can live only on condition of leaning on someone else; their name is a sequel and can only be written preceded by the conjunction and; their existence is not their own; it is the other side of a destiny that is not theirs. Grantaire was one of these men. He was the wrong side of Enjolras.

- Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (translated by Julie Rose)

I couldn’t resist doing another ambigram for these two…

This is actually one of the most beautiful, incredible things I have ever seen. Brilliant, and so well done.

ronweasley: the way it should be, famous songs from animated...

Thu, 23 May 2013 09:52:26 -0400

ronweasley:

the way it should be, famous songs from animated movies performed in the language of the place the stories are set in or the character’s mother tongue {listen}

i. hellfire (the hunchback of notre dame) - french; ii. once upon a december (anastasia) - russian; iii. a whole new world (aladdin) - arabic; iv. bare necessities (the jungle book) - hindi; v. i see the light (tangled) - german; vi. can you feel the love tonight? (the lion king) - zulu; vii. i’ve got no strings (pinocchio) - italian; viii. i won’t say i’m in love (hercules) - greek; ix. it’s tough to be a god (the road to el dorado) - spanish; x. under the sea (the little mermaid) - danish; xi. i’ll make a man out of you (mulan) - mandarin; xii. when you believe (the prince of egypt) - hebrew

hurtkid: some highlights ok ill stop talking about it now it...

Wed, 22 May 2013 21:05:58 -0400

hurtkid:

some highlights ok ill stop talking about it now it was just so funny omg

little-smartass: “Open it!” Enjolras barked, as he stormed...

Wed, 22 May 2013 20:42:15 -0400

little-smartass:

“Open it!” Enjolras barked, as he stormed across the walkway, stabbing a finger towards the door.

“Captain…Captain I can’t, the radiation-” Bahorel pulled an agonised expression, bringing a hand up to nurse a large bruise blossoming on the side of his head. Enjolras surmised that this was probably the only reason Bahorel wasn’t behind the door too – Grantaire must have knocked him out to keep him safe. And that was no mean feat. Bahorel took a deep breath that filled his double-barrel chest, behind him Feuilly was wringing his hat in his fists. “The door is there for a reason, Enjolras. I can’t.”

Enjolras scowled at the logic of the engineer’s words and turned back to the door, crouching down to peer at the prone figure on the other side of the glass. He tried to twist his face into something that didn’t look quite so murderous, “Grantaire.”

Grantaire’s eyes flickered open, “Oh Captain, my Captain.” He chuckled wetly, heaving himself up into a sitting position, slumped against the door. “You came.”

Enjolras’ mouth twitched, “You asked for me.”

“So I did.” Grantaire murmured. His face was creased in pain, skin sickly-coloured, eyes sunken and red. But he was smiling.

“You shouldn’t have-” Enjolras began, then cut himself off with a deep breath, and tried again, “We could have found another way, we could have- you didn’t need to-”

Grantaire was laughing again, quietly, bitterly, and then he was coughing. Enjolras moved closer to the glass, aching with helplessness.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” He croaked when he had finished, pointing a shaking finger at his captain. “At least give me the grace of acknowledging that I made the logical decision. The right decision.”

Enjolras bowed his head, lips pressed together. The anger was draining out of him, leaving frustration and sadness and the slow throb of guilt in its wake. “You should have called me, it should have been me, you shouldn’t have had to sacr-”

“No, you’re vital, Enjolras. You know we couldn’t go on without you. We need you. They need you. No, it had to be me.” His lips curled up, “I’m nothing but a failure of a ship’s councillor, pretty damn useless. I’m dispensable. The ship will go on without me. I’m not important to the mission.”

“You’re important to me!” Enjolras burst out, slapping his palm against the glass panel, “Don’t talk like that, Grantaire! You’re important to all of us. Do you understand? You are important!”

Grantaire stared at him, stunned, for a moment, then gave a small, sad smile, “Thank you.”

“No! Grantaire, it’s the truth, listen to me, I- I ca-”

“Shh!” Grantaire lifted a finger and tried to press it against Enjolras’ lips but hit glass instead. Surprised, he blinked, let out a quiet ‘oh’. His eyes travelled down and noticed the palm of his captain’s hand flush against the door, and splayed his fingers so that they aligned. He glanced up again in time to see a single tear drip off a marble cheekbone.

“I know you’re gonna catch the bastard…” Grantaire’s voice was weaker now, his eyes a little glazed, “You’re all gonna be just fine…” he tried to laugh but it came out as more of a wheeze, “Ah man, I’m gonna miss…Jim’s birthday pissup…I was looking forward…to that…”

He made an effort to focus his eyes, smiling as he noticed that Enjolras hadn’t moved his palm away. They almost looked like they were holding hands. It was…nice.

“Enjolras…what is that…that thing Vulcans say?” he rasped.

“‘Live long and prosper.’” Enjolras murmured, blinking, lashes wet with tears.

“Ah yes.” Grantaire used the last of his strength to give a proper bright grin, “Do that…for me…would you?”

And then his hand dropped.

Enjolras stayed there, crouched down by Grantaire’s body for a few more seconds, then scrubbed furiously at his face and almost jumped to his feet. Bahorel and Feuilly, who had kept a respectful distance, snapped to attention when he scowled at them, albeit through watery eyes.

“Get Joly over here for Grantaire the moment its safe to get him out. Put him on ice.” The captain was already half-running out of the room, eyes narrowed and fists clenched. Feuilly caught him by the shoulder.

“Captain? What are you-?”

Enjolras turned back to the engineer, jaw set, eyes dark and glinting, “I’m going to bring him back.”

Another part in the Les Trekables series I’m working on with Rosie. We have a fuckton of headcanons and plenty more ideas, so if you’re interested, drop me a message and we’ll be happy to discuss them with you :D

I was literally in the middle of singing One Day More with my friend when this came up on my dash and I immediately stopped singing and just lost it.

crossmydna: I JUST REALLY LOVE FANCY VESTS OKAY

Wed, 22 May 2013 20:34:30 -0400

crossmydna:

I JUST REALLY LOVE FANCY VESTS OKAY

comeoutvirginia: paigearkinn: Adam: You have a P-I-M-P...

Wed, 22 May 2013 20:19:37 -0400

comeoutvirginia:

paigearkinn:

Adam: You have a P-I-M-P dressing room.

(x)

and in that brief second my life was complete.