admirable-mairon:

stellagibsonisalifeforce:

anonstarbuck:

iamallrightfine:

filbypott:

rehfan:

If you are having a bad day, please unmute.

(Huskie puppy doesn’t quite get the howling thing. Sounds like a baby babbling.)

“Banana!”

* day is fixed* 

ok. i super needed this.

THIS. The whole world should watch this.

@first-son-of-finwe

148km:

houseofhanover:

actoremergency:

les amis de la cravate

#I like how it’s all carefully tied cravats #and then there’s Enjolras#even Grantaire managed to tie his cravat properly and I bet he wasn’t even sober#get your shit together Enjolras#how do you expect to take control of a revolution when you can’t even keep control of your own cravat

micdotcom:

micdotcom:

House Democrats stage sit-in for gun control action

Democratic members of Congress led by Rep. John Lewis (D Ga.) staged a sit-in Wednesday morning on the House floor, demanding a vote on gun reforms in the wake of the Orlando, Florida, massacre. More than two dozen members joined in. Right after they started, the GOP took steps to make sure few saw the sit-in.

Update: House Democrats’ sit-in to force a vote on gun control passed its 20th hour early Thursday morning, with a handful of members still gathered on the floor of the chamber wrapped in blankets and vowing to hold out until Republicans schedule a vote on a bill that would ban suspected terrorists from purchasing firearms.

The sit-in at times grew raucous.

When Ryan — who dismissed the sit-in as a “publicity stunt” — entered the floor to schedule a vote on an unrelated spending bill, Democrats in the chamber loudly chanted over him.

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A crowd of protesters gathered outside to support the sit-in at times grew so loud their chants could be heard in the House chamber.

Most unprecedented of all, however, was despite the GOP trying to hide it, the way the sit-in has been broadcast to the public.

If you’re still taking prompts, Feuilly and Jehan ♣:Back scratches? ^_^

takethewatch:

Believe it or not, I am still working on these nonsexual intimacy prompts!!  I do really enjoy writing them, and I am excited about every one I got, I just have a lot going on these days and am moving slowly on them.

This is Carry On!Feuilly and Jehan, and it happens about a month or so after the end of that story.  Also it has minor spoilers for what happens in that fic (just in case there’s someone following me who wanted to read it but didn’t yet?  I feel like at this point that’s pretty unlikely).

Feuilly slid into the chair,
stifling a sigh.  It had been one of those days that feel like
they’ve gone on for hours and hours, but when you look at the clock
it’s only 9 in the morning–and he’d only barely managed to get away
from work by 5:30.  That was just enough time to ride 2 buses home,
change, and make it to the cafe where the ABC Society met, but not
enough time to eat dinner at home, so he’d ordered a panini at the
front counter of the coffee shop.  He was regretting sitting down to
wait for it now, because that meant he’d have to stand up again when
his order was ready.

“Is everything okay?”
Jehan asked.  Feuilly knew being blind could enhance the development
of your other senses, but was Jehan’s hearing really that good, to
pick out a tiny little sigh in a noisy, crowded coffee shop?  Or had
Feuilly not been as good at hiding his exhaustion as he’d thought?

“I’m fine,” he said
quickly.

“You just sounded tired,”
Jehan said.  "Long day?“

“Yeah,” Feuilly admitted.
“And busy.  Not–not bad
busy, just busy.”

Jehan reached
over to the back of Feuilly’s chair, feeling his way from there to
Feuilly’s back.  His fingers traced up Feuilly’s spine towards his
neck.  "It must have been a stressful day,“ he said.  "Your
shoulders are really tense.  Is the new job okay?”

Another, more
troubling thought crossed Feuilly’s mind: Did Enjolras and Combeferre
tell him?  Part of him knew that was unfair; they’d asked his
permission before talking to Courfeyrac, hadn’t they?  Still, the ABC
Society people were a pretty tight-knit group, and maybe Courfeyrac,
as open about his feelings as he was, hadn’t realized that Feuilly
wouldn’t want everyone knowing about how he’d fallen apart in
Enjolras and Combeferre’s apartment.  The idea–as unlikely as it
was–that people in the group would be keeping an eye on him,
watching to see if he could handle the more challenging work of his
new job, turned Feuilly’s stomach.

“It’s
great, really great.”  He found himself fiddling with the
wrapper from his straw.  "My coworkers seem like good people,
and the paperwork isn’t too bad.  I’m really happy to be learning
exactly what services are available here, and how to connect my
clients with them, and if there’s anything I can’t figure out, I have
lots of people I can ask about it, which is great.  My caseload is
pretty small right now, and it’s going to get bigger, but it
shouldn’t be too bad,
so that’s good, and–“  He broke off, feeling the blood rush to
his cheeks.  "Sorry–I’m babbling.”

Jehan’s mouth
twitched in a grin.  "It’s fine.  But–“  He hesitated, his
fingers still running idly up and down Feuilly’s back.  "Maybe
I’m wrong, but you just sound like … like you’re trying to
convince yourself?  It’s okay if the job isn’t that great–I’m not
going to report back to Courfeyrac or anything.”

For
a moment, Feuilly thought his fears were confirmed–then he realized
Jehan was referring to the fact that Courfeyrac had helped get
Feuilly the job.  He laughed, a few beats too late.  "No, the
job is fine.  I mean, I might be trying to convince myself that I
can do it, but the job really is great.“

"Why
wouldn’t you be able to do it?”

It was a
question Feuilly ordinarily wouldn’t have answered.  Maybe it was the
way Jehan asked it–not surprised, as if anybody should be able to
handle the challenge, but not terribly worried either.  Maybe it was
the stress of a new job seemed like nothing after all the shit he’d
spilled out before Enjolras and Combeferre.  Maybe it was the gentle
touch of Jehan’s hand on his back.

Feuilly
shrugged.  "I don’t know, just … it might be too much work,
you know?  I was there until 5:30 tonight, and I know I’ll definitely
have more work as I get more cases–and things will go faster once I
know the ropes, of course, but maybe not enough to equal out the
amount of work, and …“

"Sun-dried
tomato turkey on wheat,” someone called from the counter.

“That’s
mine,” Feuilly said, taking a deep breath as he gathered his
energy to get up and collect his food.  He laughed half-heartedly.
“Sorry, maybe I’m just being a pessimist since I’m hungry.”

“I usually
find that things look a little more manageable on a full stomach,”
Jehan agreed.  He squeezed Feuilly’s shoulder once more before
removing his hand to let him stand up.  "But if it doesn’t work
out that way this time … I’ll still be here.“

justplainsomething:

nakedsasquatch:

lanawhatever:

nakedsasquatch it’s ya man

Okay but seriously folks – as often as I joke about this movie stirs my loins and as weirdly popular as this text post got a while back, I wanna rap with you all about why the George of the Jungle remake is a pretty important piece of cinema.

It’s literally the only movie I can think of that is based completely around the unheard of “FEMALE gaze.” Granted, while I’m a huge movie buff I’ve not seen every movie ever made. But even so, even if there’s another example of the “female gaze” in cinema that has escaped me it’s still damn impressive that a kids movie from 1997 based on a Jay Ward cartoon from the 60’s managed to turn gender representation in media on it’s fucking ass!

First things first, let’s look at our leading lady and love interest – Ursula, played by Leslie Mann.image

Let me just say that while Leslie Mann is adorable and a talented actress, she does look a little less conventional and a little more plain compared to the bombshells that Hollywood likes to churn out. Leslie, in comparison, looks much more like a real women you’d meet on the street. She dresses pretty conservatively and plain throughout the film ; Wearing outfits that are more functional than fashionable for trekking through the jungle, pulling her hair back and so forth. Not that if she was dolled up and more scantily clad it would give her character any less integrity, but can we appreciate how RARE that is in the male dominated industry of film? Just think about all the roads a film about a woman in the jungle COULD have taken but didn’t – no scenes with her clothes strategically ripped or anything! You can say this is a kids movie, intended for children and that’s why the sensuality of the female lead is so downplayed but there are PLENTY of kids movies that handle women in a very objectifying and sexualized manner despite the target audience is pre-pubescent. Like, a disgusting amount. So I don’t think “it’s a kids movie” is why the film doesn’t take ANY, let alone EVERY, opportunity to showcase the main female character’s sex appeal…

…especially considering the sex appeal of the film rests squarely on the well defined shoulders of our male lead, George of the Jungle played by Brendan Fraser in the best god damn shape of his life!

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*Homer Simpson Drooling Noises*

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Whenever members of the reddit community try to compare the sexualization of women in fiction to the design of characters such as Batman and Superman, I always want to just sit them down and show them this movie. Because THIS is what the female sexual fantasy looks like, and Batman and Superman are male power-fantasies. Look at him – his big blue eyes, his soft hair, his lean, chiseled physique built for dexterity rather than power. He’s wild and free, but gentle. It’s like he fell right out of that steamy romance novel your mom tried to hide from you growing up.

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Hell, the whole plot seems to be designed around how damn hot he is! First, for the majority of the film, he wears only a small strip of cloth to cover the dick balls and ass. Everything else is FAIR GAME to drool over for 40 minutes. Then, after he meets Ursula she takes him with her to San Francisco just so we can enjoy him in a well-tailored suit (as seen in the gif set), running around in an open and billowy shirt along side horses while Ursula and all of her friends literally crowd around and make sexual comments about him, and my personal favorite, ditch the loincloth entirely and have him walk around naked while covering his man-bits with various objects while one of Ursula’s very lucky friends oogles him and makes a joke along the lines of “So THAT’S why they call him the ‘KING of the Jungle’…”

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And yes, it’s also a very cute and funny little movie. Out of all the movies based on Jay Ward cartoons, it was the most faithful to the fast-paced humor and wit of the original source material (yes even the new Peabody and Sherman movie which honestly I thought was too cutesy-poo.) But that’s not why this movie is popular with the gay community or why we all became women in 1997. It’s just really cool that there’s a film out there where the sensuality of the female form takes a back seat for the oiled up, chiseled, physique of Brendan Fraser (in his prime that is)image

One thing to add: in the scene mentioned above where the ladies are watching him in the billowy shirt running with the horses, it pans back to about 50 feet away to two guys in suits at this party looking at the women and one of the guys says, “Man, what is it with women and horses?” So not only does this movie highlight the female gaze, but it blatantly points out that western male sensibilities don’t have a clue what actually appeals to women.

♢ courfeyrac and feuilly?

takethewatch:

It’s been raining all afternoon, and
showing no signs of letting up, but that’s all right.  Saturday was a
busy day–putting in the garden, grocery shopping, laundry, running
errands, scouring the little thrift shops in the suburbs for the
perfect end table–but today there’s nothing urgently hanging over
them.  They can afford to spend the gray, sleepy day on the couch,
reading and watching movies and drawing.  And the newly planted
tomatoes need the water.

Feuilly’s half-asleep, their
paperback slipping from their hands to rest against their chest,
their head pillowed against Courfeyrac’s shoulder, when they feel the
soft touch of lips against their temple.  Struggling to blink their
eyes open, they turn to look up at Courfeyrac.

“Sorry,” Courfeyrac
whispers.  "I didn’t mean to wake you up.  I just.  This is so
nice and cozy and I love you a lot and–“  He doesn’t need to
finish the sentence.  Feuilly knows that Courfeyrac’s most natural
way of showing affection is through touch; that sometimes his love
for his friends just wells up and he has to hug or kiss or caress.
They know–without having to go through that whole discussion again–that
it doesn’t Mean Anything.

But at the same time it means
everything Feuilly could ever want and more.  They smile sleepily up at
Courfeyrac, then settle back against his shoulder, their eyes
slipping closed again.

♗ for Marius & Courfeyrac (platonically if possible?)

thecoffeetragedy:

♙:Sharing a bed…

EDIT: so I realised the font was too small and my crappy eyes made a mistake, this wasn’t the prompt you picked. I’m sorry. ;-;

Marius hadn’t really been sleeping; he had been in bed, and his eyes had been closed, but unfortunately, the images he had been projecting on the inside of his eyelids had been a little too flat, not quite bright enough to be dreams.

If he’d been asleep, he certainly would have awoken when he heard the floorboards creak as Courfeyrac moved towards his bed – no, as Courfeyrac sat on his bed. No, lie. On Marius’ bed, above the covers.

“Courfeyrac?” Marius called, alarmed.

“Don’t worry, my friend,” Courfeyrac was laughing, but it was a pitiful sound, wet and weak and broken. “I am quite dressed. Don’t worry.”

The autumn night was too dark for Marius to see anything; nevertheless, he turned around, pushing his friend slightly.

“Just get under the covers. It’s cold and you’re freezing.”

Marius’s bed was barely large enough for one man, let alone two, especially considering Courfeyrac’s sturdier build. But somehow, this Courfeyrac felt so much smaller than the man Marius had befriended.

“Thank you, Marius,” Courfeyrac said, and he sounded like he was trying to smile. “Really.”

Marius bought a hand to his friend’s shaking arm. He hoped it was reassuring – he wasn’t sure what had scared Courfeyrac so much, though he had a vague idea. Battles, canons, friends injured, dying by his side. Enemies dying in front of his eyes. Marius suspected his own father had had similar nightmares. Had he ever shared them? Would Marius ever know? Marius’ father had never been able to talk about what he had seen with his son, but perhaps Courfeyrac would feel better after voicing his own demons.

Still, it took Marius nearly five minutes to ask.

“Do, uh. Do you want to talk…? I mean. I’m here.“

But Courfeyrac was already snoring softly, knees curled up against Marius’s side.

timeinyourteeth:

those who barely missed becoming historic: feuilly

Enjolras cried: “Listen to me, you, Feuilly, valiant artisan, man of the people. I revere you. Yes, you clearly behold the future, yes, you are right. You had neither father nor mother, Feuilly; you adopted humanity for your mother and right for your father.