leepacey:

leepacey:

Tveit4Ham 

#everyone’s saying they’re rory in these gifs #but I’m lin #I’m there in my dweeby fan clothes in complete support and making faces with the changes in the song (via fasctveiting)

yinx1:

lovelykouga:

weloveshortvideos:

When you not the baby daddy but you take care of the kids anyway 

I was literally screaming “OH NOOOOO” the entire time I was watching this because it was just too cute to even be fucking real

😂😂😂😂😂

actualhansolo:

Oh, I have a bad feeling about this.

OH GOSH. If you’re still taking prompts, I’d love to see Enjolras and Feuilly ♘:Cuddling in a blanket fort or ♝:Reading a book together or ♡:Accidentally falling asleep together. ^_^ (I’m not selfish enough to ask for all three, but it seems like some of these may be harder to draw than others, so I’d rather give you options. ^_^)

pilferingapples:

All three in one?:D 

(aah thank you for asking, I love this one and maybe I’ll color it properly later?!?) 

thewinterotter:

petermorwood:

dduane:

“Little lynx kitty! https://t.co/poKj7DBucy”

Not a lynx, a caracal. Here’s a comparison…

The caracal’s moustache, eyebrows and ear-tips are a giveaway even from birth…

…and it looks like the ears grow before the legs…

…which soon follow…

If Elves had cats, they’d look like caracals.

I’m sorry to interrupt but that comparison picture of the caracal and lynx is clearly a wedding photo and I’d like to take a moment to wish the joyous couple every happiness.

Life, Interrupted | July 2005

trenchcoatsandtimetravel:

A very long over-due update to my on-going WIP Life, Interrupted!

Fandom: Les Miserables
Pairings: Enjolras/Grantaire, Jehan/Courfeyrac, Grantaire/Montparnasse
Warnings: strong language, drugs & alcohol
Summary: Time Traveller’s Wife AU where Grantaire suffers from a rare condition that causes him to involuntarily travel through time, and Enjolras is a politically charged beacon that Grantaire repeatedly finds himself drawn to.(Previous Parts)

The clock on the mantelpiece ticked monotonously as Grantaire collected himself, reveling in the safety of his own home; his own time.

(Read on AO3)