Wadoo, french, big bad banana cupcake. Everybody calls me Eve anyways. Loves to buy books and then read too much fiction. Can't write, draws. Will put anything into a modern universe just because.

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[On auditioning during pilot season in Los Angeles] It was great because I never had a gap year or anything like that. You’d get a pilot that was set in a 1930s jazz bar and you’d go off and just look into that for a day, even if it wasn’t a part you’d get in a million years; I enjoyed the process and just reading different scripts. I came back to England a lot more fearless. [x]



Heather Bullard





If I was taken to build a bear on a date and got to make a stuffed animal I’d literally cry tears of happiness


Richard Linklater’s Leading Boy (x)




this scene is the reason i breathe

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wannabesewcrafty said: How well would each of Les Amis tell lies?


Enjolras: Will lie to your face about the big things like a stone cold killer. “Trust me, nothing bad will happen.” *four hours later in a jail cell* “You knew this was gonna happen didn’t you?” “…Yes.”  Doesn’t bother lying about the small things because he’s terrible at it. “Enjolras, did you forget to buy the milk.” “…Yes.” 

Combeferre: When cornered, his ears turn really really really red. Therefore his lie of choice is the lie of omission.

Courfeyrac: Smoothest liar of them all. Trust nothing that comes out of his mouth. “Would I lead you astray?” The answer is YES. Always YES.

Feuilly: Can’t lie to save his life. If your plan relies on Feuilly telling a lie, you are all dead. 

Jehan: Would be an excellent liar. Chooses not to.

Joly: Terrible at lying. Except when it’s a white lie. Thinks your outfit is awful? Will tell you its the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

Bossuet: Why bother lying when it’s going to go horribly wrong? People believe him but then a tiny white lie suddenly balloons into a complex web of he-said, she-said and then everyone is screaming and the pizza blew up and why is Grantaire hanging from the ceiling like a monkey?

Bahorel: *Laughs loudly* “But that doesn’t answer my question. Did you or didn’t you lie?” *Laughs louder* 

Grantaire: *stares at you* “All life is a lie.” 


Marius: Is too oblivious to consider lying in every day life, but an amazing bluffer at poker. This confounds and depresses Grantaire immensely. 


And I was better where 
I was miserable, why didn’t you leave me there?



The bald member of the club was son of this Lesgle, or Lègle, and signed his name Lègle (de Meaux). His comrades, for the sake of brevity, called him Bossuet.

Bossuet, requested by anon