Librarian and writer who is a cross between Enjolras and Hermione Granger. Multi-fandom and personal blog that is Les Mis focused, but will also contain large smatterings of other various fandoms (Phantom of the Opera, musical theater GALORE, Harry Potter, Tolkien, Marvel, classic literature, Criminal Minds, and House, among other things) as well as social justice, politics, and book and history geeking out. There will also be pieces of my writing. Always feel free to say hello! Vive la Revolution!
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Experiment of the day: I went into CVS to pick up some stuff, one of them being deodorant. I was gazing at the prices, and picked up one for women and one for men of the same type of deodorant. Much to my surprise, they contained LITERALLY the exact same ingredients, and both were unscented, so there was no chance I’d have to walk around smelling something like AXE body spray. The difference? The men’s name brand one was four dollars cheaper than the women’s CVS brand. The women’s choice was literally twice as much just because it said “for women” even though there was legitimately nothing different about it except it was a prettier container. I bought the men’s one and walked out, because that’s just ridiculous.
So I did a thing. I just needed to get this out of my system. (And I’m posting it in the middle of the night so you all can just SCOOT ON RIGHT PAST IT IF YOU CHOOSE.)
Title: Scratched Ragged and Rubbed Raw
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers
Verse: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Summary: “How are you gonna sleep tonight,” Bucky asked, letting his head fall back against the wall and closing his eyes, “knowing that a guy who tried to kill you is sleeping in the next room?”
“Like a baby,” Steve said.