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i did not start all the way over. i’m on mag17 now. skipped around a little to the next one i entirely didn’t remember. i might skip back a little bit but. 17 for now
(notes on mag9 too bc i listened to it today. i love how the ambiance sounds like a heatbeat) anyways
hii elias. shout out to when i thought that most characters (well, jon and elias at least) were voiced by the same guy. i didn’t realize i was incorrect until mag80. that made my first listen of that episode confusing
im only Sort Of paying attention? regardless, my mental image of hopworth’s mom is like one of those cartoon grandmas with the shower cap . im so sorry
“i don’t know if i have it in me to destroy a book,” leitnercore
look i know it’s blood. i know the books are bleeding. but also i imagine picking up one of the books and dropping it and it just makes a SHLAP sound like it’s made of meat
what are gloves going to do against getting your arm dislocated sp(statement poster)
i feel that this part would be much more interesting if i’d read the canterbury tales. alas, i have not
OH HI JURGEN! leitner jumpscare
oh the punch and the ribs closing around the statement giver’s hand? wonderful mental image
“deeply. unhappy.” i can just SEE jon’s face
jon dropping his mask and outwardly believing leitner statements gets me every time. he doesn’t sound sincere when he says it, but he says in plain english that he believes every word of it. he even said he was ready to dismiss all of it until he heard leitner’s name—do you think he was so ready to call bullshit because it was Evil Books and he didn’t want to believe Evil Book = Leitner? does that make sense? what if he’s in denial is what im saying
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Amateurs de sylvothérapie, d'animaux et de nature ? BARK est fait pour vous, et ça se passe dans Lowreader vol.4 ! / Lovers of forest medicine, animals and nature ? BARK is made for you, and it's happening in Lowreader vol.4 ! 🌲🐶🌿🖤
#akeussel#label 619#lowreader#bark#rue de sèvres#comics#bande dessinée#bd#illustration#drawing#art#artist#crow#shinrin yoku#bain de fôret
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disliking the Les Mis movie in 2024 is embarrassing. ''they weren't broadway singe-'' get over it. ''russell crowe wasn't good-'' what if I ate your spleen.
#i'm sorry this was violent but i love the 2012 movie and seeing people still slandering it after 12 years fills me with unspeakable rage#les mis 2012#les mis movie#russell crowe#les mis#les miserables#broadway#amanda seyfried#eddie redmayne#hugh jackman#anne hathaway#aaron tveit#samantha barks#les miserables 2012
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street corner sights, sounds, and skies ...
#drawn on my way back from portland#trying to express the feeling i got from standing on a street corner...#smoking a joint while listening to the trees and crows over head. the dogs barking a few blocks down#the way the stars twinkled out there was incredible. not what i was expecting with city light pollution#crisp air of oregon.... aoo#my art#furry#fursona#anthro#furry fandom#oc#oc: cow#bovine#cattle#sketch#doodle#the warm glow from the colorful houses.........screams and cries why am i not there now#weed#drugs
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haven't seen these on tumblr yet so here u go babes (he is so yummy in these omg i cannot)
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It’s Done | Kaz Brekker x f!Reader
Rating: 18+ for smut
Word count: 2,3k
Summary: Spoilers for Shadow and Bone season 2! After winning back the Crow Club and Inej’s freedom from Pekka Rollins, Kaz returns home to you bloodied, beaten but with desire burning through his veins. You offer him an outlet for that. This is show!Kaz so he is very much an adult!!
Tags: Smut, rough sex, Kaz’s trauma, p in v sex, injury/violence/blood mention, Kaz is okay with p in v sex but is still touch-averse, established relationship, clothed sex, bathroom sex, dirty talk, praise, aftercare, he calls the reader “good girl” and “darling”, AFAB reader, slightly ooc Kaz as I haven’t written him before
When Kaz Brekker strode through the door with blood and a look of utter delirium on his face, worry flooded your veins. His eyes of endless oceans were wild, pupils blown and his chest heaved. His hair hung loose in front of his eyes, swinging with each hurried step in your direction.
With each tap of his cane against the floorboards, the coil of worry in your stomach began to fade only to be replaced by something much more dangerous.
“I need you," he uttered, barely above a strained whisper.
“So have me.”
You wanted him. How couldn't you when he looked at you like that? Like he was a man on fire and you alone held the water that could quench the flame.
“Would you really let me have you like this?” He asked, stepping close enough that his outbreath rustled your hair. “With another man’s blood on my face… half-mad with spite?”
“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, please.”
Oh, how generous a lover you were. Whatever did Kaz Brekker in all his crooked life do to deserve you?
Usually Kaz would at the very least take the time to enjoy the warm weight of your chest in his gloved hands or whisper delicately in your ear until you were squirming for him, untouched. But tonight, all he needed was relief from the adrenaline coursing through his hurried veins. The adrenaline ran so high that the cold waters barely even threatened to rise at his close proximity to you. His palms didn’t sweat.
The fire of want consumed him. He needed you here and he needed you now.
“You’re sure you want this?” He asked, quietly. “I'm afraid I can’t have you gently tonight.”
“I don’t want you gently.”
He studied your face for any hesitation, any discomfort yet he found none. Even in his bloodied, frazzled state you gazed up at him with want in your eyes. Kaz felt like his skin was on fire.
With hurried hands he simply pressed you against the bathroom sink, knocked your legs wide open with the end of his cane and got to work.
Kaz hadn’t even bothered shedding his bloodied clothes. It was better that way, less risky for him. Only his jacket hung deftly on the hook at the door. A few folds of his shirt sleeves had his pale forearms glinting in the low light but his gloves stayed firmly in place. He’d come far but not far enough to have you without that barrier just yet.
He bunched your skirts together in his fist and peeled away your underwear. You gasped when he tore the lace at the hip and tossed them to lay in a heap on the bathroom floor. There was no time for neatness. He was the one who bought them for you in the first place and he would be happy to replace the pair.
“Saints, look at you.”
Were he a better man, he’d hoist you up on the sink so he could kiss you and dote on you as you deserved. Were he a better man he’d know he wasn’t good enough to be here with you at all. But in the end good men die just the same as bad ones. And you didn’t want a good man. You wanted him.
He tucked his face into your neck, feeling your pulse with his lips. You’re skin is warm and soft and inviting. Blood rushed through your veins beneath your skin. Your hair so soft and skin so smooth reminded him that you’re alive, you’re here and you want him to have you. He used your drumming pulse as an anchor.
With one bruising kiss of thanks to your cheek, Kaz sank into you.
His ribs ached and creaked with each thrust. His temple stung, ears still ringing. Pekka Rollins had definitely broken something when he kicked him as hard as the man could muster but Kaz couldn't find it in him to care. His knee ached too. A sharp pain shot through it when he tried putting even a sliver of weight on it. So he grasped at the sink’s smooth edge to keep himself steady and his pace thorough. Your sweet sighs made it all worth it. He could rest his body once the good work was done.
"My name. Say it,” he gritted out.
“Kaz!”
He grinned, flashing a sliver of teeth. All he needed right now was this.
The bone-white sink kept you upright for the most part, your hands gripping desperately at its sides as Kaz shook your very soul to its core. He’d started off with calculated, deliberate thrusts before the need took over.
Saints, that man knew how to fuck hard when he wanted to.
They say that Kaz Brekker didn't need a reason but he certainly did to fuck you like this. He was usually so gentle. If it wasn’t for your encouragement he might have been able to show restraint. But your cries for more made him want to give you just that. He’d have put his beating heart in the palm of your hand if you asked. He would rip the stars from the sky and scatter them at your feet if only to see your eyes brighten for him.
“Please!”
The sound was the sweetest nectar, a balm to all his ills. Your voice warmed the very caverns of his cold and bitter bones. But more than that, it grounded him. The sound kept the waters at bay and he savoured it.
“More, Kaz. Please.”
His gloved hand gripped your chin, guiding you to look at him in the mirror. In the low light he looked almost demonic. His face bathed in the warm tones from candlelight that cast deep cut shadows bordering every ridge. His hair, once so precisely slicked back, hung loose and swung against his forehead with each plunge of his hips. Fresh blood had even begun to trickle from the gash above his eye. Kaz's molten gaze had your knees threatening to buckle from intensity. The jet black of his pupils all but eclipsed the startling blue.
That man in the mirror? That was Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, Dirtyhands and whatever other name people whispered as he walked by with blood coating the end of his cane. Here he was brimming with adrenaline, dishevelled and so deliciously unhinged and you loved every inch of him.
Whatever mask of civility he wore on the day to day was torn to shreds sometime in between being kicked in the stomach by Pekka Rollins and having finally had the man on his knees. The sometimes gentle, maybe even soft man Kaz could be with you may as well have sunk to the bottom of Reaper’s Barge for all his presence was felt right now. He was death himself come to steal you away and you went with him merrily.
“Please, Kaz!” You cried out, shaking him from his thoughts.
"Tell me just what it is that you’re asking for so politely?" He murmured with his voice so smooth.
"More! Please, I want to come!"
"Is that so?" He asked, grinning again. "Very good. Keep your eyes on me."
You did just that. Watching in the mirror as he took his hand from your chin and flexed it once before bringing it down to the soft flesh of your thigh. This was the tricky part. Being inside you was as easy as breathing; Your warm honeyed walls welcomed him home each time. Even with gloved hands, it was touching the rest of you that caused the waters to rise, inch by freezing inch.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to.” Your voice pulled him out of the harbour again.
“No, I want to.” He replied, but you saw the clench of his jaw in the mirror. “So long as you’ll have me.”
You really didn’t mind touching yourself but Kaz was determined. He wanted to bring you all the pleasure you deserved. Even if it risked the waters trying to drown him, he needed this.
You nodded your consent and he started off slow with little squeezes as he made his way up your thigh. His hips slowed to a grind now as he touched you. When the waters began to rise, Kaz let his lips find your pulse point again and buried his face in your neck. Your words of encouragement helped greatly but it was the soft thump of your heartbeat that sent the waves lulling down to his feet.
“Each day, each night, I yearn to have you like this.” He uttered, close enough that you could feel his breath kiss your ear. "More than you could possibly imagine."
"Even when I dream I can’t escape you," he added.
Heat bloomed in you the closer he got to where you needed him. Your body began to shake when two leather-clad fingers parted your folds and dove right for your clit. You'd never realised his gloves had the most delicious texture. You couldn't help the moan of his name that escaped you at the feeling. Not only did it feel good, you were so endlessly proud of him. Kaz revelled in it. Your body's reaction sent any anxiety he had flying out the window as he focused on bringing you pleasure.
He had to plant one hand firmly on the mirror so he had enough leverage to fuck you properly again. The mirror squeaked as his hand slid down it just an inch or two. When you gasped he smirked like the devil and only went harder, his hair threatening to cover his eyes.
"Tell me how it feels." He ordered.
"So good!" You whined, "It feels so fucking good."
There was something almost sacred about this: Him buried deep inside you, his hand on your pussy and your pulse on his lips. He'd never felt so rich in his life and yet he still wanted more.
“Come,” he gritted out. "Be a good girl and come for me. That’s it. That’s it, darling."
With a shiver, you did just that. Your thighs shook like you were freezing. When you clenched around him he failed to suppress a groan and it was beautiful; The crack in his concrete composure akin to watching an angel fall.
Soon Kaz was pulling out and resting the full weight of his body on the mirror for support. His arms caged you between him and the sink as you stood there breathing heavily together.
Saints, he needed that.
"Thank you." Kaz breathed, taking in the sight of you in the reflection.
Kaz tucked himself back into his dress trousers and took a step towards the bath. The bath was made of smooth, rich copper and aside from the stolen DeKappel painting hanging on his office wall, it was the most expensive thing Kaz now owned. Once the bath was filled, he extended a hand towards you and you took it after shedding your dress, letting him help you take a shaky step into the warm water.
He watched you settle down into the water, steam already leaving droplets on your skin. The sigh of contentment that passed your lips made him envious. Not of you but of the water. He wished he could give you as much comfort and relief. As much as he would love to get in there with you, to let you lay back against his chest as the water relaxed you; He couldn't and he likely never would. The harbour would come flooding back to him more quickly than he could ever hope to handle.
So instead he lowered himself to the ground with a wince and sat with his cane across his lap, legs outstretched on the cool bathroom floor. His knee would hate him for it but he couldn’t bear to be away from you right now.
He watched you trail your finger over the water's surface, seemingly lost in thought until your eyes landed on him. The water sloshed against the tub's curved edges as you moved towards the side.
"Can I borrow your gloves for a moment, please?" You asked softly, as if not to startle him.
His eyes met yours and he found nothing but softness in them. You just wanted to help and he trusted you with his life. So he tugged them off, one slender finger at a time, and handed them to you once you dried your hands on a towel. Kaz felt bare without his gloves, exposed and so very vulnerable. Yet he was mesmerised watching your delicate hands disappear into the black leather.
With a cotton pad folded over your gloved fingers, you leaned over the bathtub’s edge to dab at the blood on his brow, then his lower lip. Kaz was sure he must’ve smeared some crusted blood on your neck when he sought solace with your heartbeat. But you didn’t seem to care.
Once he had his gloves back on, you placed a kiss to his knuckles. Those hands that had done so many bad and crooked things? They didn’t deserve such a kiss but he hadn’t the heart to deny you right now, not when you looked at him like he held the sun in his hands. And if you wanted it, he’d do his damndest to steal it for you.
You settled back into the water, enjoying the steam. The water relaxed your muscles, washed away the sweat and grime of the Barrell.
“So it’s done, then?” You asked about Pekka Rollins.
“Yes.” He replied, eyes unfocused. “It’s done.”
Kaz rested his head against the wall and dragged a hand back through his stubborn hair in an attempt to smooth it out of his face. He let a rare sense of peace wash over him. There was always so much pain in his world, in his life. But not in that room right now. Not with you.
Tagging: no one as this is my first time writing Kaz! Please feel free to drop me an ask, message or comment if you’d like to be tagged in future Kaz fics tho :)
#kaz brekker#kaz brekker x reader#not sfw#shadow and bone#my fic#six of crows#grishaverse#mine#k.exe#he really had me barking in that scene with Pekka okay
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Still sad about how little Shadow we got in prime.. So I made some Shatterverse variants of Shadow!
#my art#shadow the hedgehog#sonic the hedgehog#shadow#doodle everyday#sonic prime#sonic prime shadow#shadow sonic prime#Crow Shadow#can you guess my fav design….#(it’s crow)#might come back to this later so i’ll tag-#Kiko Shadow Shatterverse#i also really love bark#he’s my fave in terms of the personality i’ve thought#bark is just a silly guy
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you see officer, I don’t think I have a solid explanation for this one was originally doodling out a whole series of scar bc theres a lot of versions of him. and then...I got a little carried away making this soo...... anyway this was supposed to be his last life version, cloak less version under the cut
#gtws#gtws fanart#goodtimeswithscar#mcyt#hermitcraft#life series#traffic series#trafficblr#crows art stash#carrions block art (hc/life)#i feel like i should apologize#i drew this is a 12 hour manic haze in a vc you guys#there were people BARKING#also hes like#so lesbian coded here idk how to explain it#SORRY AGAIN SOMETHING POSSESSED ME#also i kept referring to this fit and the file as the divorce era look
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no offense but idk if i’ve ever seen anything hotter than freddy carter in the fucking “i buried him. six feet deep” scene like i stand by the fact that the sexiest thing a man can do is be insane & covered in blood
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crow daddy eye candy
glare at me like i committed a coffee sin, daddy.
oh yeah...gimme that sexy scowl...
*feral barking intensifies*
lean on me like the nearest surface, daddy.
#lucanis#da4 lucanis#dragon age lucanis#lucanis dellamorte#lucanis romance#lucanis veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard#veilguard#crow daddy#meow#bark bark
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SHADOW AND BONE 1.08 - No Mourners 2.08 - No Funerals
#the yearning the desire to touch the [starts barking biting maiming killing]#inej hand flex™#kanej#kanejedit#socdaily#thecrowsdaily#shadowandbonesource#shadowandbonecentral#dailyshadowandbone#userthing#dailytvfilmgifs#six of crows#kaz brekker#inej ghafa#jesper fahey#zoya nazyalensky#freddy carter#amita suman#sujaya dasgupta#kit young#shadow and bone#sab spoilers
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“Your father was your last real anchor, wasn’t he?”
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#barkingcrows art !!#tma spoilers#not a reblog#crow barks#melanie’s canon ties to moths are far too often overlooked in favour of moth jon#moth melanie#moth melanie king#melanie king#tma#the magnus archives#moth#moths#digital art#melanie king fanart#tma fanart#mag 106#mag106#tma podcast#podcast art#so glad to finally have this one finished#10/24/23#<- when i finished the art#image id#id in alt text#alt text#been waiting to post this#im so proud of it
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🐾 ❒ Hello animal people, welcome to my blog of nonhuman shenanigans ❒🐾
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🐾❒ My theriotypes are: Dark grey wolf, German sheperd, Australian sheperd, Golden retriver service dog, red fox, brown hare, crow and dragon ❒🐾
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#my post#intro post#introduction#blog intro#introductory post#pinned intro#therian#therianthropy#theriomythic#dog therian#wolf therian#fox therian#dragon therian#hare therian#crow therian#service dog therian#fictionkin#nonhuman#xenogender user#neopronouns user#c!dream fictionkin#c!sam fictionkin#c!awesamdude fictionkin#flippy fictionkin#the dog barks
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Enter the Wolves Den…..
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“Welcome, welcome!! I’m Aspen (🌲🌠), the host of the canis-constellation plural!”
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-River 🌊🐺|16.3| {it/they/wolf themed neos} [Autism] /omni ace\ ‘werewolf’ (in qpr/relationship with phantom) <none>
-Hunter/phantom🪶🐺⚡️{He/they/it/canine themed neos} |16| [Autism C-PTSD] /Biromantic Asexual\ 'shapeshifting grimwalker' <He who guards, The Golden Guard, It who transforms>
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Turn off the lights (Panic! At the disco)
the owl house
green
All seasons
Wolf walkers
Oh geeez; not again, panic at the disco, marina and the diamonds, cave town, EPIC, JVKE.
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#aspen yips: silly stuff
#aspen speaks (REAL): important
#aspen barks: alterhuman stuff
#aspen screeches: fandom/ hyperfixation
#aspen gekkers: neurodivergency
#aspen howls: creative
#its a QUEER!: lgbtqiaa2+ stuff (yes I type the WHOLE thing out. whatca gonna do about it champ?/ref)
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#oh titan, there's eight of them...: plural posts
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#leaving the den: life updates and talking with mutuals
#pinned info: very important, stuff I’d like for every being to see!
#<3 stormy: my bestest fren in the whole multiverse
#EZRA! :IRL tag
#Tumblr relics : important Tumblr posts (EX: do you love the color of the sky)
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the owl house (special interest)
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Cryptids
Fanf (new to)
Norse mythology
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-the owl house. (I’m Hunter)
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-wolfwalkers (favorite movie)
-FNAF (I look like Micheal 😭)
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DNI:
anti-lgbtq+, people who ship canon (insert sexuality) with (instert gender that the person is NOT attracted to) ei, a lesbian with a male, anti-furry,anti-therian,anti-vulture culture,anti-quadrobics, 18+ or kink blogs, if you’re older that 18(unless I knew you before you turned 18, or pass The Vibe Check{stalk ur blog}) , ableists, racists, exculionist, anti-endo, The works.
PLEASE INTERACT:
Alterhumans (Therians, otherkin, otherkith, otherhearted, animal hearted,otherlink,copinglink, furrians[furry therians], holotheres, soul shards, phytanthropes, and ANY OTHERS PLEASE ) furries, TOH or gf fans, artists and writers and cosplayers and musicains, freaks and werdios, vulture culturists, quadrobists, mogia and liom, enbies and enbyfluxes, fictionkins and fictives, systems,LGBTQIA+and people with decency.
PLEASE DO NOT:
treat me lesser/younger than you, treat me like a child, call me human, or person/people, talk Abt politics ,or involve me in such matters, repost(reblogging is fine) my ideas, be mean or derogatory, fake claim.
PLEASE DO:
reblog, like and interact, call me/ us by our chosen/preferred names (really euphoric), talk about fandom stuff, be a nice person!! and interact if ur a sourcemate!!
RANDOM OTHER BLOG RULES
This is a "Ship and let ship" blog. only exceptions are "insert orenation" with "a gender orenation is NOT attracted to" , Minor with not minor, [age] with [ age more than 2-3 years apart] aroace with anyone, bully x victim (ie bochlow) villian x hero with in certain bounderies, ab#sive or toxic ships, or proships.
NO HATING/DISSING ON OTHERS SHIPS. ANY WILL BE BLOCKED.
any aggressive hating/ threats will be blocked. only z0()s, n3cr0s, p3d0s, and other harmful paraphiles are allowed to be hated on here. if you support/are these, find help and leave this blog. this is not for you. i want to point out that I’m pro-recovery. I want you to get better. But I will block any and all zoophiles and necrophiles, regardless if you’re in recovery or not. Sorry.
gatekeeping is not allowed. at all.
support of KOSA and other things like this is not allowed.
take your discorse and politics elsewere. this is a fun blog for fun stuff.
I am a minor, if +18 dni unless I, a trusted person, or a mewtual vet your blog.
I WILL SPAM LIKE AND REBLOG.
I use tonetags.
#pinned post#fictionkin community#otherkin#toh fictive#median system#aspen speaks (real?!)#Aspen barks#Aspen howls#Aspen yips#Aspen squeals#Aspen crows#PoBb Au#d2 au#wotw au#Mcinr au#Ohd au#Syshun au#Ahgof au#c.ai shenanigans#Leaving the den#intro post#Divine!au#Tdabou au#therian#toh fandom#Tumblr Relics#its a QUEER!#plural#oh titan there's eight of them
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I’m simping over a new character,,,
Ms. Circle from Fundamental Paper Education.
SHES SO- RUEGEYSSHDUSUS-
#crow rambling#Crow simping#Fundamental Paper education#fpe#fpe miss circle#BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK-#FUCKING ON MY ON MY KNEEEEEES FOR HER
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IMO Les Mis 2012 is the best movie ever made. You are allowed to have your own opinion on it I respect that but just know that if I hear one more person say ''Les Mis 2012 is bad [insert xyz reasons that i've already heard before and are just about being picky about the singing which wasn't even that bad]'' i am going to shoot myself in the face.
reblog if you think helena bonham carter and sacha baron cohen were iconic in that movie
#les mis#les miserables#broadway#les mis 2012#marius pontmercy#marisette#marius#eddie redmayne#redmayne#cosette fauchelevent#amanda seyfried#hugh jackman#russell crowe#anne hathaway#aaron tveit#samantha barks#helena bonham carter#george blagden#sacha baron cohen
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