A-ha! That was the plan. The police thinks we’re cats, but they were fooled! We actually have a dog with us. 






Hardest part of fic-reading: trying to figure out nice comments to say that don’t end up with me just repeatedly flailing at the keyboard going “I LIKED THIS I LOVED THIS WAAAAAAAH”

This is why I rarely leave comments :O I feel bad about it but I don’t know what to say that isn’t repetitive or just “aasdfsdg”

Same here.

I’m actually pretty bad at leaving substantive comments unless I’ve finished a series or read quite a bit of it.

And art? Ha, no, because I feel weird about leaving the same types of compliments

As an author, flailing around is totally fine and in fact encouraged because the mental image of someone getting excited because of my work will stick with me for days.

Just copypasting some bit that made you flail, with no added comment but a keysmash or emoji, is also delightful.





ok but did every kid have a certain historical time period that they were REALLY into?? like I was super into the california gold rush when I was 9 for no reason

you can tell who is boring by looking through the reblogs on this and seeing who says WWII 

Or maybe we can accept that everyone has different interests, and no one’s interests are more or less interesting or boring just because they’re more or less popular or mainstream.

And some of us have intensely personal reasons for being interested in WWII.  Just saying.


i want to follow more les mis blogs that aren’t e/R centered! i don’t mind the ship in any way, i’m just looking for some variation on my dash. so please like or reblog this if you blog about other les mis things and i’ll check you out? can be other ships or no ships at all. 🙂 


Les Miserables Aesthetics- Jean Valjean

“Jean Valjean had just attained his twenty-fifth year. He took the father’s place, and, in his turn, supported the sister who had brought him up. This was done simply as a duty and even a little churlishly on the part of Jean Valjean. Thus his youth had been spent in rude and ill-paid toil. He had never known a “kind woman friend” in his native parts. He had not had the time to fall in love.”