doh-rae-me:

WHAT: Les Misérables TAC & 25AC Livestream Parties (hosted by me)
WHEN: 25AC—Sat. June 2nd @ 1PM EST; TAC—Tue. June 5th @ 4PM EST
WHERE: Here
WHO: Everybody, so see you there! :)
WHY: What better is there to do on Barricade Day than cry over our favourite story and characters together as a fandom? (Moral support guaranteed.)

I won’t be around, but reblogging in case any of my followers are interested. It’s a great way to meet people and chat/fangirl about Les Mis with other big fans while watching some great performances.

I hope you guys have as much fun as we did with the 25th, and that there are many more livestream events in this fandom’s future! :)

imgoingcoastal:

The  Battery, Charleston, South Carolina

quotingemilieautumn:

You are so easy to read. But the book is boring me.

iwaskilledbylove:

plays-with-squirrels:

what to wear when…delicately pressing argus panoptes’ eyes onto feathers, rage hot and thick in her throat. peacocks - their ostentatious plumes, their emerald scales - are associated with feminine vanity though she knows that only a male bird would be so brazen, would be so unaware of how simple it would be to snap his slim, brittle neck. his and his bovine bitch’s.

post 63 of an infinity-part series

panicbeats:

James: I got a fan letter, from a young lady. It was a suicide note. So I uh, I called her. I said, ‘Hey this is Jimmy Doohan. Scotty of Star Trek.’ I said, ‘I’m doing a con in Indianapolis. I want you to be there.’ I saw her and, I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was definitely suicidal. Somebody had to help her somehow. And obviously she wasn’t going to the right people. Anyhow I said, ‘I’m doing a convention two weeks from now in St. Louis.’ Two weeks from then and something and then she came to New York. And she was able to afford to go to these places. And this went on for two or three years. Maybe eighteen times. And all I did was talk to her, positive things. And then all of a sudden, ZIP. Nothing. I didn’t hear anything I didn’t know what was happening cause I never saved her address. Eight years later I get a letter saying, ‘I do want to thank you so much for what you did for me, because I just got my masters in electronic engineering.’ You know, to me, thats the best thing I have ever done in my life. And it brings tears to my eyes every time I even talk about the story.

m-d-m-a-zing:

Diana Rigg