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How Raleigh Becket Changed His Tune Once He Met Miss Mako Mori: A Short Story

"You don’t understand, I’m a complicated hero with angst and man pai- OMG SHE’S PERFECT EVERYONE GET IN THE JAEGER WE’RE GOING MONSTER HUNTING"

Oh god I never noticed how his shoulders drop in that last gif. It looks like he is literally sighing over how perfect she is.

He LITERALLY sighs at her when she walks by. NEVER have I seen a main character hero who is an extremely masculine male be SO ADORING of a woman. He has literal stars in his eyes. He’s tipsy on admiration. He looks at her like she brought Christmas and puppies and chocolate cake.


Raleigh treats Mako like the capable adult that she is but he just worships her. He treats her correctly but he walks on air behind her with hearts in his eyes. Dude is crushing hard and still gets what needs to be done done.

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You find yourself in a group of people standing next to a cliff.

Suddenly, someone pushes another person, sending them over the edge. Thankfully, the victim is able to hold on to the edge rather than fall to their death, but nobody makes a move to help them or stop the perpetrator. Everyone, including yourself, simply stands there watching.

Angry that they’ve been pushed, angry that nobody is helping them as they struggle not to fall, the victim screams, ‘Is anybody going to fucking help me??’

That gets everyone’s attention. ‘Why are you mad at me?’ one person asks. ‘I didn’t push you.’

'Nobody is going to want to help you with an attitude like that.'

'You're just as bad as him.'

Nobody makes a move to help.

The victim screams in frustration, their fingers slipping. ‘You’ve got to be fucking joking!’ they shout as they lose their grip.

'You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.' You say as you walk away.

Welcome to the anti-sj/’real justice’ movement.



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some of the anti sj will step on that person’s fingers too because they think they’re being “too harsh”

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Was it just me or were these lines cut from the current production? Someone with a better memory please reassure/confirm. Either way I felt like drawing it.

screeaaamss yes, the lyrics were cut back in 2000. combeferre used to sing his lines as he stopped the others from pointing their guns at javert, and grantaire was… somewhere

The score is also really interesting here:
The lines sung by Courfeyrac, Feuilly, and Bossuet, when threatening Javert (take the bastard now and shoot him/let us watch this devil dance/you would do the same Inspector/if we let you have your chance) are to a line of music that is elsewhere only seen in two places: it is usually sung by Javert when he is pronouncing judgment on other characters; for example, it is the tune to which I have heard such protestations/every day for twenty years/let’s have no more explanations/save your breath and save your tears is sung during Fantine’s Arrest. The only other time it is used is when Gavroche is mocking Javert. The musical cues, therefore, tell us that this action by the Amis (the desired shooting of Javert) is judgment and that is also wrong; the Amis are employing the same blind condemnation of others that makes Javert the villain.
In contrast, Combeferre’s response (though we may not all survive here/there are things that never die) is sung to the same tune as Fantine’s there’s a child that sorely needs me/please m’siuer she’s just that high, which tells us that Combeferre here is acting as the voice of compassion. It is, in essence, as much a plea for mercy as Fantine’s; more importantly, it’s a plea that must be headed if the moral rightness of the tale is to be followed. Javert, ignoring Fantine’s plea, was acting wrongly; the Amis, while they might have been wrong in their initial leap to take the bastard now and shoot him, respond to Combeferre’s plea in a way that Javert does not respond to Fantine’s, and thus, they ultimately choose the moral path. So by cutting this minute of run time, Cammack wasn’t only cutting a nice bit of Combeferre and Grantaire characterisation that Amis fans might miss, he was also cutting another lesson on judgement vs. mercy, which is ultimately the heart of the story.
(As for Grantaire’s following what’s the difference, die a policeman/die a schoolboy, die a spy, it’s harder for me to tell — I don’t have a copy of the original score, only the 2010 tour score, so I can’t do a bar-by-bar comparison — but I think it’s a unique line that is a play off the plea line but falls more emphatically, making it something like “a despairing plea”, which would fit for what Grantaire is trying to say. But I’d have to have the actual music in front of me to be sure.)
I’ve said it sixty-zillion times before and will say it again: the musical, with all its flaws (and they are many), is still the best adaptation that isn’t a 10+ hour miniseries not that that guarantees you’re a good adaptation, yes I’m looking at you Shoujo Cosette because you can communicate so much more in five minutes of song than you can in five minutes of dialogue. The kind of musical referencing seen here is just one example.
PS If you want to listen to the uncut version, see here, about 3:40 in. It’s the ‘99 London production, with JOJ as Valjean. The entire thing is worth a watch, and not only because it’s pre-cuts.

OH mY GOSH I’d been putting off reblogging this until I could properly address how great the art is but now there is also AMAZING COMMENTARY??
And the art is VERY good—-the words are bouncing off each other just right for the sort of juxtaposition they’re supposed to have, and I love the expressions, and the BACKGROUNDS! That one beam of light shining at Combeferre, how VERY Hugo, how excellent. XD.


my very favourite supernatural theory is that the only reason that all these bad things happen to the winchesters is because of all the mirrors they smashed back in season one

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Did anyone even notice you had gone?

#oh this is sad #I want to know all the stories about the vessels of the angels we’ve met over the course of the series—the families and the jobs they vanished from #I want to know what that final straw was; the moment that they stopped thinking they were hearing voices and believed; accepted #brought an angel under the eaves of their body #were they desperate and hurting? were they curious? were they full of faith and joy? #did they think this was finally the proof; the affirmation of long-held faith; the magical reward they had been waiting for? #and were they overwhelmed when all that cold divinity rushed into them; winding around their bones and remaking them in angelic image #or did they scream mutely #wanting to take it back; to be alone in their skull again #were they astonished at the violence and righteousness that their hands could issue; or grimly pleased #I wonder how much bleed over there is—if the implacable heavenly geometry of angels begins to shift; decaying with the skin it’s fitted its #itself in; remembering songs it never sung and sex it never had; food it never ate and people it never laughed with or loved #I wonder how long you can hold a human shape without some of that humanity rubbing off on you (saltandpentacles)

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*whispers* cisqueer folk are just as shitty to trans people as cishets. 

this is a good message and all but your url is literally ‘ihatecispeople’


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If you’re not watching Sirens on Thursday nights at 10pm on USA, then you’re missing out. Not only is it one of the funniest shows out there right now — being that it’s co-created and executive produced by Denis Leary — but it’s also highly inclusive.

It centers on a team of Chicago EMTs, and focuses on the odd partnership of three men, Brian, who is the new guy, Johnny, a guy with a slow developing emotional range, and Hank, an African-American homosexual who defies all stereotypes the rest of popular media inflicts upon gay men. Their team is fleshed out in Cash, Voodoo, and Stats. And last night’s episode showed that Voodoo is asexual.

It took Brian from confusion and denail, to attempts to understand, and eventually wrapped it all around in a bow of acceptance. Brian went from the ideology that asexuals “just haven’t had proper sex,” to wanting to understand what asexual means — and failing — and finally all the way to realizing that sex isn’t what defines relationships, and that just being around Voodoo is enough for him.

Do yourselves a favor, and catch up on the episodes, and start tuning in Thursdays at 10.

this looks promising!!



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Snapchats from Seer!Musichetta

Thanks to Marie for the idea and Myles’ beautiful Alchemist!Joly snaps to give me an idea with my lack of camera xD

My attempts at something for Les Mis Fantasy week!

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tbh the only reason anybody is “straight-passing” is because of the common and harmful conception that heterosexuality is the default and that queerness must have extreme and visible markers to be valid

like five years ago I decided to assume literally everyone is queer flavoured unless stated otherwise and it’s the best decision I ever made 

^ this

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"Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? You are iron. And you are strong."


n.t. (via thelittle-hobbit)

Damn right you’re iron, and do you know where iron comes from? Do you know how iron gets here? Let me tell you.

It does start with a star, but it’s not some dismal castoff from an eternal beauty, it’s so much more. Everything that makes our world came from stars, but nothing had as much effect on that star as iron.

See the sun burning in the sky? The light you see and the heat you feel are created when the sun fuses elements, the building blocks of our world, into new and heavier elements. The sun lives because more energy comes from that process than is needed to support it.


Fusing iron — burning it to make a star shine — is nigh on impossible. Iron is strong and iron is heavy. Iron is so strong and so heavy that to make new elements from iron takes more energy than it produces. The star can’t keep up, it starts to die.

The iron that flows through your veins KILLED A STAR.

Those other metals that we so value, like gold, owe their existence to iron. As the star died it collapsed, crushing itself and making gold and platinum and other precious and powerful things. Then it exploded and scattered those metals throughout space.

Chief among them was iron. The iron whose formation was the death knell of the star. The iron whose intensity made other metals possible. The iron that was the last thing the living star could make.

Stars lived to make iron.

Stars died to make you.

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I’ve got 99 problems and 98 of them can be attributed to poor time management and self control.

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gods for the modern age: persephone

wear flowers in your hair and silks on your body. do not let yourself wither. do not let yourself break. tattoo what was done to you onto your skin and turn it into a weapon. rise from the ashes year after year, trailing glory in your train and wearing riches in your crown. you were good, you stayed hidden, but you were tricked and dragged down into the shadows anyway—so by god, make those shadows your own.

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Ghost Girl (by Kevin Francis Gray)


man but this photoset ignores some of my favorite things about this piece

like this

and this

it gives it more of a story i think

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Downton Abbey x iPhones

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