one time i was trying to dirty talk with my ex boyfriend and i started saying ‘i’ve been a very bad girl’ and he said ‘why what have you done?’ and i didnt know what to say next so i just said ‘i’ve burnt down a house’
little wide-eyed cosette entering her new home with valjean for the first time
slightly older cosette braiding valjean’s beard and painting his nails
preteen cosette dragging valjean shopping with her
teenage cosette sitting in the park with valjean on a sunny day, watching the clouds and just enjoying spending a day with her papa
college-age cosette coming home from school in a flurry of excitement, rushing around the house and doing her laundry, and straightening up because “oh papa, the house is a mess without me here to keep you on track!” and pecking her father on the cheek with a kiss every time she rushes past him
adult cosette coming home with marius in tow, explaining to her papa over the dishes that night that she thinks he’s the one
valjean entering marius and cosette’s home for the first time, and smiling, despite the fact that he’s tearing up, because his little girl is all grown up and has a home of her own now
(but of course that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t still come back to his house like a whirlwind of energy, making sure that he’s taking care of himself)
Because one does not simply come up with HONOR costume.
Someone asked me how I thought Zuko’s Halloween costume would look like, and I immediately thought “He’d dress as honor”. But then I faced a trouble because everytime I try to picture honor there is Zuko in my head, you see.
haha just excuse me this nonsense, I didn’t sleep much tonight. But I wanted to draw Zuko and Sokka being ‘thinking buddies’ coming up with idea for a
um Sokka’s honor is his boomerang I guess….?
because I did really want to draw my loved mischiefs, but all my mind and ideas are kind of bubbled into The Legend of Korra and The Last airbender.. so I figured I could do a crossover.
Obviously, Sirius turned into fire bender, James into an earth bender, Remus in water bender, and Peter is obviously a non-bender *well, he wasn’t as skilled as his friends, so I figured it would make sense*
Hope you’ll like it:)
Finishing to repost the older PJO’s fan arts I still like. I’m starting to understand tumblr but it’s a bit counterintuitive to me…
Happy belated birthday to you, viria ! Here’s a precious Nico di Angelo for you, hope you like him >.< !!
In my opinion, Yue’s character design is the most beautiful in the Avatar: The Last Airbender.
au where enjolras and grantaire are competitors in a singing competition in the same group so they’re competing against each other and while it’s going on they get more and more friendly after starting off hating each other and enjolras sings like Passenger or the guy from Kodaline and grantaire sounds like Bobby Darin or something and they both make it through to the finals and then they’re standing on the stage together waiting for someone to announce which one of them won and enjolras is terrified they just stand there for what feels like forever holding hands with him and he honestly doesn’t care then they announce that grantaire won and he just turns and kisses him and it’s all over the telly and on the news and it’s a scandal and also a triumph
The lights are bright enough that Enjolras can’t see a thing, and his hair is pulled back so tightly into a bun that his scalp aches and he’s pretty sure the ripped, metallic jeans he’s wearing were cut for someone with narrower hips than him and they pinch in places they shouldn’t and he’s exhausted from all the travelling and rehearsing and early starts and late nights and he wants to sit down and cry, but there’s applause ringing in his ears and Grantaire’s standing beside him so he just shifts from one foot to the other for a moment and looks over at Grantaire.
He looks so fucking gorgeous in that suit.
"And the winner is," the melodramatic announcer starts, but doesn’t continue.
Enjolras looks over at Grantaire and smiles, his face feeling numb and sore in equal measure from all the forced smiles he’s given over the past few days, but this one is more genuine than any of them. He feels sick with anticipation and reaches for Grantaire’s hand to steady himself, and Grantaire almost flinches away, but catches himself and looks at Enjolras carefully, offering him a wobbly smile that looks incredibly genuine.
When this whole thing started he would have never thought he’d be at the finals, let alone with Grantaire, who he had hated almost on principal when he’d shown up at first auditions at the same time as him, scruffy and badly dressed and so appallingly prepared he’d forgotten the chords he was playing halfway through and had sung the rest of the song with little more than a beat provided by the audience and had impressed the judges with his audacity first, voice second. Over the course of the whole experience, though, they’d become close, but they still argued so viciously over everything that more than once some of the other competitors had tried to separate them before realising that they were actually enjoying themselves.
"Thank you," Grantaire murmurs in his ear, the sound of the audience fading slightly. The knot of anxiety in Enjolras’ stomach loosens just a little, and he looks up at him with a frown
"For what?" he asks, tightening his hold on Grantaire’s fingers.
"For just…for everything. I wouldn’t have made it this far without you," Grantaire says.
Enjolras smiles and nudges Grantaire with his shoulder. “Look,” he murmurs, looking out into the bright lights again and giving a more genuine smile. “When this whole thing is over, do you want to maybe go get dinner or something with me?”
Grantaire looked at him, surprised. “What?”
The melodramatic announcer all but shrieks Grantaire’s name and Enjolras ignores the roaring of the crowd in favour of letting their fingers come apart and reaching up to frame his face with his hands, effectively holding him still as he stretches up to kiss him. After a moment Grantaire grips his waist and pulls him closer, and Enjolras brings his arms up to loop around Grantaire’s neck as he sighs against his lips.
The announcer has to all but pry them apart, and he shoves a microphone into Grantaire’s face, asking him how it feels to have won.
I gIVE UP
“failed attempts to write a love poem”
#grantaire writes enjolras a love poem take one #enjolras finds this after they get together #thinks it’s the greatest because wow it’s so grantaire #takes a picture of it on his phone and never mentions it to grantaire #until grantaire’s messing with his phone looking for a picture he took of the cat doing something cute on e’s phone#and finds it #just sort of snickers and blushes #and when he sees enjolras a minute later #doesn’t mention it #but he kisses him with even more warmth than he did a few minutes before #fucking revolutionaries #so drunk on you
HELP I AM FEELS