Cholamposts

I'm trash. You're trash. We are all trash. This is where my trash lives. Welcome to my trash pile.

[pulpfiction]

javert signs up for a gay dating site after seeing that its slogan is “we’ll help you find the man you’ve been searching for all your life”

[tenlittlebullets]

Visit Original Link

Do I have to bring this back?

Beverage warning applies. Uploader will not be responsible if anyone’s keyboard has a sudden accident with liquid.

[hernaniste-blog]

Friends, listen to this.  It takes 10 seconds and will drastically improve the quality of your existence.

[pilferingapples]

WHAT WHAT WAS THAT WHAT HAPPENED EVERYONE LISTEN TO THE THING AND PERHAPS TOGETHER WE CAN EXPLAIN WHY VALJEAN um exploded?!?

[shewasapunk-blog]

I’m bringing this back

[angualupin]

I am constitutionally incapable of scrolling past this without listening to it at least three times.

[darthfar]

This is probably the best part of tenlittlebullet’s audio collection of Les Mis bloopers and other horrorshilarious moments. 

[If anyone here has not yet heard the compiled version uploaded by lesmisloony, they need to go do it now.]

[biasinboy-deactivated20220427]

Oops.

[gahdamnpunk]

I’M WHEEZINGGGGG

[whitepeopletwitter]

Search Engines

[cassandraclare]

#100daysuntilqoaad 100 days before I get to share Queen of Air and Darkness with you! I can’t wait. Have a little snippet to celebrate: “I’m here on my own account,” Magnus said, in a low and distant voice. “I need your help. There is absolutely no one else that I can ask.” “That’s not what I …” Julian pushed sopping-wet hair out of his eyes, his voice trailing off in realization. “You’re remembering someone.”

[neglectedrainbow]

I love the phrase “You will be found.” I just adore it. It isn’t, “Someone will find you.” It doesn’t focus on the other, it focuses on you. Because the someone could be anyone. They could be a parent, a friend, a teacher, a colleague, a concept (like art, writing, music), or even your own self. No matter who or what that someone or something is, you are still the focus. People will help you along the way, but ultimately, you will get better, you will live another day, you will grow and flourish and blossom. You will be found.

[excuse-me-mr-beetlejuice]

me after dropping my phone for the 6293638273rd time

[fuckyeahasexual]

Storytime: the best aro/ace shirt I've ever seen had a graphic text that said "asexuals don't fuck around" and it makes me smile everytime I think about it

I like how English uses fuck for so many fucking things (shirt)

[noah-herondale-blog]

I want this shirt!

[78923568942zbcx-deactivated2017]

Les Mis text posts [part 1/?]: Enjolras + Grantaire

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Un beau soleil intérieur (a.k.a. Let the Sunshine In) (Claire Denis, 2017)

[bramble-and-blood]

[erebussociety]

[shxnwei]

@fandomaestheticnet ‘s lgbtq+ month event (1/10) - canon lgbtq+ char.: magnus bane

“Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate.“ “I’m a very open-minded sort of fellow!”

[enjolrassuggestions]

new holiday: revolution day

[enjolrassuggestions]

every day is revolution day when you have a healthy disrespect for unjust laws and a determination to get things done

[lnejnina]

@tscnetwork fourth mission: favorite family ⟶ the Lightwoods

The Lightwoods, as such an old family, have a great deal of wealth and history. They have lived in London, Idris, and New York at different periods of time, often with high positions in the Clave.

[raiden1206]

Color

We walk these halls and these streets,

our curved lines stick out among the straight edges.

The love we share is valid,

and

it cannot change like the color of your nails,

or the color of your shirt.

It is not a candle in the wind,

easily put out,

no,

this love is strong and it is colorful.

You can have your grays and blacks and whites,

we have a rainbow of color to ourselves

because that’s how open and welcoming we are.

Though small mindedness does not solemn rest in the collinear lines,

but do not let our colors fade among the dark ones you put on display

we are human too

do not ridicule our choices

because,

would you ridicule an artist for using

color?