More Les Mis + Wolfpupy Tweets, For Absolutely No Reason And I'm Sorry

More Les Mis + Wolfpupy Tweets, for absolutely no reason and I'm sorry

The Bishop: you have to be cruel to be kind, no wait the other thing, you have to do nice things. phew, could have caused a lot of problems

Javert:my disregard for gravity was the true cause of my downfall

Tholomyes: irreparable damage has been done in that i cant be bothered to fix it

Thenardier: as the number one spiritual figure in your life my spiritual guidance and advice is to send me money

Gavroche: cant live in ribcage of dinosaur skeleton at the museum, cant live in giant inflatable gorilla at the caryard. no place for me in this world

Gillenormand : in a way aren't we all responsible for my actions

Mabeuf: hoping birds dont notice your coin purse is just a hot pocket with the filling emptied out

Marius: looks like it is going to be smooth sailing from now on for me and some eggs i have put all into one basket

Theodule: some say i am so shallow and vapid in life but i literally just love to be that like all the time right now its so true

Eponine:if you want something done you have to just forget about it and move on with your life, theres no point in expecting anything from anyone

Montparnasse: my street gang has been walking down the street snapping our fingers in unison for like 3 days, we all forgot why we were doing it

Enjolras: i am too busy living an important life to care about the solstice

Combeferre: some say killing people is the answer to the problems, me personally i think killing people is bad to do because im not a horrible monster

Jean Prouvaire: dead people taking up all the good graves, some of us alive folks want to be in the grave too you know

Feuilly: i could sit on power lines too if the world would stop keeping me down

Courfeyrac: it happens to the best of us, the best of us such as me, out of both of us im the best one, probably too great to give you usable advice

Bahorel: if the bible has taught us anything its that you have to fight for your right to party. a song? oh then i guess it taught us nothing then

Bossuet: there should be a limit to the number of curses and hexes you can have put on you, this is getting ridiculous

Joly: back in the frankenstein times you could make a monster whenever you wanted, these days you have to have a license or something i guess

Grantaire: everything is going to be ruined so just dont worry, have a relax

Louis Phillipe: when the sun goes out, the air turns to fire, and the streets run red with blood, i am probably to blame for it

National Guard: stop being so defensive i am just trying to hit you with weapons

Cosette: i am a big fan of all the famous internet cats and hope they live long and happy lives

Valjean : my whole life has lead up to this moment, being dead in a grave

Glad you liked it! Reposting here.

Hey, your Inspector Javert and the Empire of Death fic has been giving me all the feels for a while now (you know: sad, sadder, weepy, Valjean is the saddest, tenderly hopeful, voyeuristic/guilty whipping fascination, & so sweet I can’t handle it - the usual feels). ^_^ There’s a song I keep coming back to for this story’s Valjean, especially we see him toward the beginning. In case you haven’t heard it, I thought I’d share as a token of my appreciation: Benjamin Clementine’s Cornerstone (also available on soundcloud).

(Oh, and it contains the line “who am I / what have I done / what have I done,” which means that my applying it to Valjean is just shamelessly self-indulgent.) 

THANK YOU for all the fic. 

also, i really want there to be more vampires and so on who, instead of speaking in a charming, cultured, but vaguely old-fashioned way because they are a 275-year-old consciousness in an undead, unaging 19-year-old body, talk in embarrassingly misapplied or outdated slang and pop culture references in a failed effort to blend in with their apparent peer group

…or who speak pretty normally most of the time, but lapse into saying stuff like “GOD’S WOUNDS, YOU CUR“ when they get upset enough

For a second I thought it was slash and got excited. But gender!swapped Twilight should be fascinating, given all the gender scripts the first one followed!

YOU GUYS

STEPHENIE MEYER WROTE AND PUBLISHED FANFICTION OF HER OWN FUCKING BOOK

WHAT UNIVERSE ARE WE LIVING IN

Before there was Tinder, there was the Victorian notebook

In 1860s Manhattan, young men and women in search of some excitement could duck into a little stationery shop uptown, open the unmarked notebook on the counter, and scribble a message to all the other strangers who were in on the secret. When the New York society writer George Ellington managed to get his hands on the book, he opened it to find page after page of people talking about themselves in the third person:

“Miss Annie B—, a young lady of high family (fourth floorer), probably highly accomplished and of a sweet temper, desires to exchange cartes de visite with a ‘nice’ gentleman.”

“S.J. A—, a handsome young man, but full of fun.”

“Blanche G—; a very pretty girl, aged twenty; full of fun. Object in corresponding, fun, and to gratify a curiosity as to how many gentlemen will be foolish enough to answer this.”

“James P—, a very homely gentleman, of thirty-five, wishes to correspond with a blue-eyed, light-haired young lady. Must be tall, not younger than twenty-five nor more than forty. A homely person preferred to a beauty. Must be stylish.”

And you better believe people are just as freaked out about women pursuing hookups now as they were then.

This is the most awesome thing I've seen in ages.

I'll just add that some scholars of the French and British Enlightenment theorize that empathy among educated elites for people of lower classes was actually created on a mass scale for the first time because of novels.

For the first time, people from more privileged positions in those societies were experiencing stories from the points of view of poorer, female main characters (such as the title character of "Pamela"). Identifying with those characters and seeing them as people. Undergoing hardships with them and so feeling their pain and the injustices of their situations. Reading novels was a novel (pardon the pun) way of shifting paradigms that went way beyond the impact of moralizing tracts or histories. Pretty powerful and dangerous stuff.

how is it possible to love fictional characters this much and also have people always been this way?

like, did queen elizabeth lie in bed late sometimes thinking ‘VERILY I CANNOT EVEN FOR MERCUTIO HATH SLAIN ME WITH FEELS’ 

was caesar like ‘ET TU ODYSSEUS’ 

sometimes i wonder