literally the BEST part of mary poppins is when all the chimney sweeps are running round the house bein like ‘step in time!!!!’ and then the mother comes home w her suffragette sash and all the sweeps r like ‘VOTES 4 WOMEN STEP IN TIME’ it makes me laugh so much bc imagine being mr banks and there being a big fuckin suffragette/working class pride parade in ur goddamn living room



Bahorel and Grantaire as wedding planners

Bahorel and Grantaire planning the wedding of Combeferre and Courfeyrac

Bahorel “gently” shushing Combeferre when Combeferre suggests that maybe this is a little too flamboyant for him to wear?? 

Grantaire ranting to Courfeyrac as they try food about how terribly useless weddings are because it generally always ends up in divorce anyway and then frowning and asking why Courfeyrac is so pale and not testing the food?? doesn’t he want his wedding to be the greatest? Good weddings start with good food?? 

Bahorel having to reassure Courfeyrac that R’s just a little shit but deep down he’s the most sappy sap to have ever sapped while R’s like “I AM DEEPLY CYNICAL AND DON’T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING EVEN LOVE” (Bahorel punches him and then smiles at C2 who begin to wonder why they listened to Bossuet and Joly when they said: “we know a guy who’s a wedding planner!”)

Grantaire meeting Combeferre’s best man and falling completely head over heel in love with him after their first conversation (guess who’s Combeferre’s best man. I have a story about why he’s Combeferre’s and not Courfeyrac’s but then I would basically write the fic so)

Bahorel’s flirting with the florist who comes the day of the marriage to give all the flowers while patting distractedly Marius on the head and telling him that everything’s going to be fine, kid, we dealt with everything. (Marius is Courfeyrac’s best man and still panics anyway)

Bahorel and Grantaire both tearing up when Combeferre and Courfeyrac say their vows and denying absolutely everything afterwards. 

Bahorel and Grantaire as wedding planners. (*sighs happily*)




There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.

I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele