Nebula !!

Things I've Googled for my latest self-indulgent baking fic:
          - peach pie recipe
          - medical tape used for
          - meth wikipedia

Why do I have 4 messages on Tumblr what did I do

As someone who is not a particular fan of men nor a particular fan of Enjolras, it makes me giggle every time I read a description of him that essentially calls him a pretty boy. Like fuck yeah dude you're a pretty boy go flip your gorgeous radiant hair in the golden sun and stare at the glistening cerulean water that matches your glistening cerulean eyes you pretty shiny anime man

I just saw a post that said "physically, yes, I could fight Jean Prouvaire, but emotionally? Imagine the toll" and I'm like no. No you couldn't. You see that twink over there you call Jean Prouvaire? That is not Jean Prouvaire, that is a twink adaptation of Jean Prouvaire. This is not to say that Prouvaire isn't a twink, but Jean "Jehan" Prouvaire is not that particular twink, standing there with a quill pen in one hand and a daisy in the other. The true Jean Prouvaire is chained to a chair, captured by the National Guard, with a blindfold around his eyes and a gun pointed to his head. The true Jean Prouvaire is using his final moments to cry out his support for the rebellion, for his friends, heard across the streets of Paris, words falling on the ears of friends and enemies alike. He was not fragile as the tip of a quill, not so easily trampled like a lone daisy. He went out with a gunshot, destined for his head specifically. He is not the daisy that falls under the boot of any enemy soldier, he is the rose whose thorns scrape your hand and make you bleed. He is not a helpless twink, he is a twink ready to fight, a twink on par with, if not above, his friends in terms of fighting abilities. You could not physically fight Jean Prouvaire. You could not even try. The emotional toll you mentioned in your initial statement would be stronger than you ever imagined, as you would have to swallow your shame and embarassment of losing. This has been a PSA.

R.I.P. Pope Francis 17 Dec 1936 - 21 Apr 2025

After George Washington died, they froze his corpse and measured it

Happy Easter you fucks

Can't wait to audition for my school's Into The Woods next year, audition for Cinderella, and probably get Rapunzel and have like 5 minutes of stage time woo

One time in Les Mis I said something like "I hate wearing makeup it makes me look straight" and this one girl was so totally surprised that I was not straight like why the hell would you think I was straight literally what about me made you think I was straight. Then later she told me she had a crush on our Thénardier and asked me to find out who he liked and turns out it was me which lowkey ruined my friendships with both of them and apparently now they're dating and it's a really awkward relationship because he's a really awkward guy and I haven't really talked to either of them since

ITALY FOLLOWS ME ON TUMBLR WHAT THE FUCK