nicoleciaramella:

New images!! Thanks to these ladies for asking me to shoot! Sandy Hook, NJ has become my go-to location for anything beach-related; it works so wonderfully. There will likely be more on my Flickr at a later date!

Uranus: @yuffiebunny
Neptune: @mostflogged
Photos: Nicole Ciaramella Photography

mcgooglykins:

vulcany:

 I request permission to go after him. 

 Jim, you’re not actually going after this guy, are you? 

#seriously bones’s hand placement is killing me   #it’s so deliberate   #like he’s had three years to perfect the art of keeping jim still for two seconds in the most efficient way possible   #hand wedged under his arm strategically thumb ready to attack a pressure point that made jim yelp the first time  #except now jim’s like conditioned   #bones barely has to touch him and jim just stops and leans into it  #i hate this

I, too, wish to draw attention to the hold McCoy has on Jim in that top right hand gif there, but not from any ship-related reasons. That, ladies and gentlemen, is an example of med win

You’re right, previous tagger, that’s the best place to hold Jim to get him to be still. It’s how you hold anyone who isn’t steady on their feet, or needs guidance, or that you as a medical person (be it doctor or nurse) need to control the movements of just a little bit. If you’re standing in front of them and you need to give them some support or exert some control over their movements, that is exactly how you hold a patient so that you can do that without hurting them. 

Normally whenever anything or anyone medical is involved in a show or film, there are inevitably horrendous inaccuracies that really ruin it for me. But this? This is a tiny detail, the tiniest of tiny details, and knowingly or not it is one hundred percent accurate, and I want to give Karl a medal for it. 

thecoffeetragedy:

thecoffeetragedy:

I love Jean Prouvaire so much like. what a wild character. what a fantastic and weird character. I want to meet him. I love him. he plays the flute and grows weird plants and has a collection of creepy masks and he would love post-mortem photography and he talks so quietly as if he’s afraid of waking sleeping spirits but has this big booming opera singing voice and once a bird settled in his beard but he didn’t have the heart to dislodge it.

@pilferingapples asked how the bird got there.

Easy: it was the middle of the night. Jehan had spent a good part of it with Bahorel, like, hanging out, eating and smoking and talking and also trying a new interpretation of a pivotal scene in a popular play, with improvised costumes and all. They got hungry, Bahorel had brought bread, it was all good. But it was a summer night, see, and it was really warm and Bahorel is a human furnace, so Jehan stripped and opened the window above his bed and fell asleep like that.

there were still pieces of bread in his beard. who cares, right?

the bird that flew in through the window cared. It cared a lot.

thecoffeetragedy:

you know the headcanon where Bossuet and Feuilly have a lifehack youtube channel?

I have a better idea: they have a a lifehack testing youtube channel (with scientific and ‘scientific’ explanations from Joly)

timeinyourteeth:

those who barely missed becoming historic: courfeyrac

They were pulling apart a charter that had just been granted.  Combeferre was limply defending it.  Courfeyrac was energetically demolishing it. “We must never enlighten the people with false daylight. No! No charter!”  Two logs were crackling in the fireplace and Courfeyrac could not resist.  He crumpled the Charter in his hand and tossed it into the fire.

vintage-jehan:

Friendly reminder that the first person Marius talks to after he had just fallen out with his grandfather is Bossuet.

Marius who has to be absolutely heart-broken and angry, whose father has recently died, who has just made his grandfather kick him out, who has just left his financialy stable, secure life, the only life he’s ever had, who has no idea where to go, what to do, with next to no money and literally no one left.

Marius who then hears this random stranger calling out his name, a man he has never even met before and who just got kicked out of law school for someone he didn’t even know. A completely poor, young man who doesn’t even has a place to live, who does something nice for someone he has never met without expecting anything in return simply out of the sheer goodwill of his heart.

Bossuet is literally the first good thing that happens to Marius in this new, probably absolutely terrifying part of his life that just started.

He is like, the epitome hope here, that things might not be as bad as they seem. That even in the most hopeless times, there’s the brightness of unconditional human kindness.
I just. Love. Bossuet. So. Much.

Please explain your headcanon for a day in the life of Marius and Courfeyrac. XD

bootsselbst:

I haven’t actually thought this through much but here we go!  I am assuming you mean while Marius was “““sleeping on Courfeyrac’s extra mattress”””:

They rarely begin their day at the same time.  Marius’s sleep is fitful and he generally wakes up early regardless of when he fell asleep, where as Courfeyrac, to paraphrase Gandalf, “awakes exactly when he means to,” which is often fashionably late.  This is unfortunate given how much time it takes him to get ready to greet the world; if Marius hasn’t left the flat already by the time Courfeyrac gets up, he will have secondhand anxiety about Courfeyrac not finishing his morning ablutions on time and being late to whatever appointments he may have that day, and he tries fruitlessly to get Courfeyrac to forego immaculate looks.  If Courfeyrac is not awake to stop him, Marius furtively prepares a rather sparing breakfast for himself before heading out the door.  These scenarios, one or the other, are how most mornings go.

Then there are the rare mornings when Courfeyrac wakes up before Marius, and he stays in bed just to look at him and curl up against him (Courfeyrac may be shorter than Marius but there’s something about the boy that makes him feel compelled to be the big spoon).  He can tell when Marius wakes up because there is always a soft noise of confusion and surprise, but once he figures out what the warmth and pressure against him is, Marius breathes a contented sigh and relaxes back into his friend.  He hums happily when Courfeyrac begins to stroke his hair.  Eventually, though, one of them sits up, kisses the other, and they both stretch themselves lazily as kittens and prepare to face the day.  On days like this, Marius does not let himself worry that Courfeyrac treats him to a nice breakfast at their favorite nearby restaurant.

[I didn’t even make it to a full Day In the Life, but hopefully some off-the-cuff waking up headcanons will suffice?]