le mis au where master of the house is replaced with alchohol is free
les mis au in which all songs are replaced by eurovision songs. at the barricade instead of flashes of guns there is smoke and glitter and water from the ceiling.
(via granterrific)
That one day Derek Hale decided to sing at the Eurovision Song Contest for Azerbaijan.
You see. I’m not the only one who that saw that.
(via maawi)
Here we go.
Who will you vote for Europe?
- Count Fabula
- Eyebrows
- Hot men
- Lesbians
- Guy who named his shoes
- Lady Gaga/Shakira/Ke$ha
- Actual Blaine Anderson Malta
- ALCOHOL IS FREE (but money isn’t)
- One of the Euphoria rip offs
- Jesus
- Thor
- Star Trek The Musical/Glass Case of Emotion
- Depressing song about birds
(via hanhaneatmanman)
eurovision blogging is all fun and games until the voting starts and then england starts viciously swearing at everyone else
oh you gave THEM twelve points WHAT A BIG FUCKING SURPRISE YOU’VE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE
(via hanhaneatmanman)
marius makes an amazing observation about les amis
(Source: lady-tyrell, via miserablestuck)
“M O N T P A R N A S S E was a child; less than twenty years of age, with a handsome face, lips like cherries, charming black hair, the brilliant light of springtime in his eyes; he had all vices and aspired to all crimes. The digestion of evil aroused in him an appetite for worse… Few prowlers were so dreaded as Montparnasse.”
victor hugo, les misérables
book vii, chapter iii
(via moriarteries)
“Thoreau’s world-famous essay, Civil Disobedience, grew out of a night in July 1846 when he was detained in Concord jail for nonpayment of the poll tax. (…) Ralph Waldo Emerson is reputed to have visited Thoreau in his jail cell. “Why are you here?” Emerson asked. “Why are you not here?” Thoreau replied.”
(Source: perplexingly, via jehanprouvairer)
- Enjolras: [regarding Marius] His username is "Cosette?" His password is also "Cosette?"
- Courfeyrac: Do you still want him in your revolution?
I think that all writing is useful for honing writing skills. I think you get better as a writer by writing, and whether that means that you’re writing a singularly deep and moving novel about the pain or pleasure of modern existence or you’re writing Smeagol-Gollum slash you’re still putting one damn word after another and learning as a writer.
(I just made that up. I imagine it would go something like: “Oh, the preciouss, we takes it our handssses and we rubs it and touchess it, gollum….no, Smeagol musst not touch the preciousss, the master said only he can touch the precioussss…. bad masster, he doess not know the precious like we does, no, gollum, and we wants it, we wants it hard in our handses, yesss…” etc etc)
”(Source: lokisathorable, via maawi)
