orestesblasting-pyladesfunk:

orestesblasting-pyladesfunk:

musichetta gets pregnant and someone asks if they know who the father is and joly looks at bossuet and smiles and says that they don’t and they don’t want to know because it doesn’t matter

and chetta just

stares at her boyfriends 

one of whom is a tall black man and the other is a decidedly smaller asian man 

and whispers ‘you are a doctor

chetta being like ‘i’m sorry you will definitely know’ 

and bossuet says ‘mmm he’ll have your nose’ and joly is like uwu 

she is so fucking done with this

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"

Autism isn’t something a person has, or a “shell” that a person is trapped inside. There’s no normal child hidden behind the autism. Autism is a way of being. It is pervasive; it colors every experience, every sensation, perception, thought, emotion, and encounter, every aspect of existence. It is not possible to separate the autism from the person—and if it were possible, the person you’d have left would not be the same person you started with.

This is important, so take a moment to consider it: Autism is a way of being. It is not possible to separate the person from the autism.

Therefore, when parents say,

I wish my child did not have autism,

what they’re really saying is,

I wish the autistic child I have did not exist, and I had a different (non-autistic) child instead.

Read that again. This is what we hear when you mourn over our existence. This is what we hear when you pray for a cure. This is what we know, when you tell us of your fondest hopes and dreams for us: that your greatest wish is that one day we will cease to be, and strangers you can love will move in behind our faces.

"

Jim Sinclair, “Don’t Mourn For Us” x (via andrandiriel)

(spooky: i was mulling over this today in the context of asd versus personality disorders & constructs.)

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Tags: autism q

skopps:

but what if enjolras had spring allergies

skopps:

but what if enjolras had spring allergies

(Source: jalapeenos, via lepoeteimaginaire)

michellicopter:

good morningjolras | good moRning

michellicopter:

good morningjolras | good moRning

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michellicopter:

good moRning | good morningjolras

angualupin:

sashaatthebarricade:

Prouvaire, Jehan, and The Les Mis Fandom:
An Essay on Romanticism, Gender and Power

The Les Mis fandom here on tumblr spills a great deal of ink, pencil, and paint on the character of Jean Prouvaire, who the fandom collectively refers to as Jehan. I would postulate that this fandom has written more about this character than Victor Hugo himself does. However, I would also argue that the fandom has a tendency to oversimplify a complex character, while reinforcing gender stereotypes and embracing problematic notions of power in romantic relationships.

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*YAYZ PROUVAIRE META* Sorry this took so long; I’ve been struggling with Romanticsm.

Much of the fanon mischaracterisation of Prouvaire appears to stem from a misunderstanding of the term Romantic – that is, fandom assumes Hugo means “romantic”, someone who likes roses and kittens, rather than “Romantic”, someone who takes opium and contemplates throwing themselves in the sea (as so neatly said by brigantes).

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OMFG. Friends and followers.

amorremanet:

falsecatalyst:

Can we PLEASE stop referring to things as your spirit animal? And reblogging other people who use that term. There are a bunch of other things you can call someone or something you relate to. Spirit animal is only to be used by NDN people [not sure if it is tribe specific] and if I’m not mistaken it is an actual time-consuming process to find theirs. So please. Just fucking stop. Thank you.

     (via ericasredlipstick)

(via thecoffeetragedy)

cy-lindric:

HUGTAIRE STRIKES AGAINI think we haven’t had enough hugs yet.

cy-lindric:

HUGTAIRE STRIKES AGAIN

I think we haven’t had enough hugs yet.

(via the-things-we-left-unsaid)

fizzyginger:

thewordsmithy:

Les Mis AU in which Javert is a librarian, Jean Valjean’s “crime” is failing to turn in a book on time, and his library card’s number is 24601.

Those who falter and those who fall
Must pay the price
Which is 30 cents, seriously, I’m not sure why he’s running.

(via lynchy8)

veneration-and-despair:

Enjolras absolutely loves loves loves his mini library and he cherishes every single book, each which seems to be in tip top condition but once you open it, there’s a million notes in the margins and the entire thing is highlighted in like 7 different colors. He doesn’t mind lending his books to his friends, but it’s always under one condition: he wants the book back in the same or better condition.

Once, Grantaire borrowed a book (he likes to spend time reading the many notes and running his hand over the tiny words, attempting to commit them to memory) but he spilled his drink all over it, so he bought a new book, copied the highlighted portions best as he could, and wrote down the notes he still remembered. He filled the rest of the space with notes of his own. Thinking that Enjolras will never check, he writes a tiny 'I love you, Apollo' on a page near the beginning of the book. Even if Enjolras does check, he’ll probably flip to the middle pages.

Enjolras doesn’t notice the change in the book, doesn’t even check the inside since it looks fine from the outside. It’s not until a couple of months later that he needs the book as reference for a thesis that he realizes none of the handwriting is his own, although the highlighting didn’t change. About 3/4 of the notes are still the same, but the other fourth is obviously Grantaire’s. He decides to incorporate them into his thesis as counterarguments, making a mental note to get Grantaire’s consent sometime in the future. Perhaps during the next Les Amis meeting.

He’s reading into the night, constructing an outline for his thesis and taking notes on the notes. That’s when he sees it, near the binding of page 23, a small love confession.

During the next meeting, Grantaire sees Enjolras with the book and he immediately turns to leave because shit Apollo’s found out it’s not the same book, but Enjolras nods his way so he can’t run away now. He decides to bolt after the meeting is over, but Enjolras somehow corners him outside of the Musain.

Grantaire puts his hands up in defeat and tries to talk Enjolras from killing him, but Enjolras doesn’t let him talk. He pushes Grantaire up on the wall and blurts out, fast as all hell, “I saw what you wrote on page 23 who even does that who switches out an entire book to put their own notes in and write a fucking love confession WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM R —”

And there’s a lot of words coming out of Enjolras’ mouth, most which are incoherent with the way he’s practically blending sentences together and the fact that Grantaire stopped listening after the mention of “page 23”. He tries to get away, not wanting to hear Enjolras reject him, not wanting his heart to break in front of the marble god. Suddenly, there’s lips on his and he’s really confused and everything is escalating too quickly without any explanations.

It’s only when they part that Grantaire has a chance to fit in a quick, “What?” between the two.

Enjolras lets out a frustrated noise, and then very quietly says, “If you were listening, I said I love you too.”

(via seagreeneyes)

(Source: allasera, via myrmidryad)

Messy Easter baking. Om nom nom.

Messy Easter baking. Om nom nom.

sootonthecarpet:

what if instead of a same gender detective partnership who keep getting mistaken for a romantic couple, you had a same gender romantic couple who keep getting mistaken for detectives
‘hello, I’m sam darling, and this is my partner gregory hitch’ ‘AH YES THE PRIVATE DETECTIVES’ ‘what??? no we just came for some ice cream why is there police tape everywhere’

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Tags: q

sigurdvolsung:

caerulea-divilu:

did-someone-say-pool:

the-time-lord-of-the-rings:

Mama Fury on waking up the Avengers.

(Source: Imgur)

LOKI IS FUCKGN DUCT TAPED TO THE BED I SIMPLY CANNOT

I don’t think there will ever come a time when I won’t reblog this.

I can’t stop imagining Samuel L. Jackson YELLING all the dialog, even the arts where he is not yelling.

(via radicallyvisible)