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ok so hear me out

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There also needs to be a button for “this is the 5000th time I’ve read your fic because I’m having a horrible day and this is the only thing in the world that always brings me happiness.”

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#critical role #fjord #the mighty nein

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Happy Ace Week!!! 🖤🤍💜

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Yknow when you see a post and you're like "oh I have to reblog this for The Mutual" and then you scroll up and you see that the one who reblogged it is The Mutual

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discourse aside, one reason i headcanon enjolras as gay is because i think the way he would incorporate it into his worldview would be incredible. like i don’t think he would believe straight men actually exist. he would be arguing about how men are objectively more attractive than women since they are of course superior intellectually, physically, etc. so naturally one will be attracted to a man over a woman but it is the duty of citizens to form patriotic unions whence come new citizens that will be raised to cherish the Republic and patrie. thus the beauty of a woman is not physical but the way in which she assumes the form of the Republic herself in bringing forth citizens that will be suckled at the breast of Liberty, drinking the milk of Equality. thus while a man may hold great affection, nay admiration for a woman as she performs her sacred duty, it is impossible to compare to the love a man feels for his equal in the bonds of Fraternity, his brother in arms who valiantly guides him towards the new dawn of the ages. obviously you all only have mistresses for clout.

and everyone is like ENJOLRAS WHAT

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Legolas pretty quickly gets in the habit of venting about his travelling companions in Elvish, so long as Gandalf & Aragorn aren’t in earshot they’ll never know right?

Then about a week into their journey like

Legolas: *in Elvish, for approximately the 20th time* ugh fucking hobbits, so annoying

Frodo: *also in Elvish, deadpan* yeah we’re the worst

Legolas:

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the worst is wanting to create and create and create but being trapped in a body that is so so so so tired

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If there's any character in this world who suffers from literary Ken-ification it's Patroclus. Especially in the zeitgeist of today (thanks tsoa), it's always Achilles AND Patroclus, never just Patroclus. Who is he? Why does he exist? He is Achilles' boyfriend! What's his job? Death! In the sense that he just. Dies. That's just his job now. Death. Death and Achilles' boyfriend. That's it.

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Mortui Sunt Ut Liberi Vivamus

#les miserables #enjolras #uncalled for sadness

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Happy Ace Week!!! 🖤🤍💜

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why does trying to buy a pair of jeans feel like going to war

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Nocturnal Acquaintances

Chapter 94/?

Grantaire tried to fight off a giggle that was lodged in his throat, caused by the brush ghosting over his skin.

‘Keep still, this is as much of an artwork as your paintings,’ Jehan scolded him and swatted at his fingers that had been attempting to soothe the itch, unfazed by the sticky substance spread out over his face, ‘no respect for brushwork, really. I expected more of you.’

They applied another slather of their homemade face mask to Grantaire’s cheek and spread it out across the already moistened skin. Any questions concerning the ingredients to the slimy substance had been answered with a cryptic ‘It’s all good for your skin,’ and a wink that let him know not to ask again.

He had been equipped with Bahorel’s seemingly freshly washed bathrobe and made to sit on the sofa in his boxers whilst Jehan lit some candles for aesthetic and ambience, as he had been told. They had also started to play a playlist of soft instrumentals interspersed with nature sounds, rain and bird song via the Bluetooth box they and Bahorel kept on the sideboard. Grantaire noted the absence of real emotion in the piano sounds filling the living room as his face became a canvas for Jehan and their mask. It made him wish for something he could not name, something he did not know how to phrase and voice it to his own satisfaction.

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Happy 5th anniversary to this story! It's been 5 years already since I uploaded the first chapter - crazy! And here I am, once again thanking the people that are still patient, who are still reading what I put out there, even though it is cliffhanger after cliffhanger!

I could not do it without all the lovely people who comment and let me know their honest thoughts on what started as a funny little thought that was supposed to be a oneshot.... yeah, how did that turn out?

Now we are so close to 400,000 wo

#les miserables #enjoltaire #exr #les mis #enjolras x grantaire #nocturnal acquaintances #enjolras #grantaire #fluffball writes #les mis fanfic

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there’s absolutely nothing better than reading a 100k word fanfic, that is until you remember you have a body that is starving, thirsty and incredibly sleep deprived and hasn’t used the bathroom since the sun set 8 hours ago

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AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 4

This poll is a celebration of fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

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Nocturnal Acquaintances

Chapter 94/?

Grantaire tried to fight off a giggle that was lodged in his throat, caused by the brush ghosting over his skin.

‘Keep still, this is as much of an artwork as your paintings,’ Jehan scolded him and swatted at his fingers that had been attempting to soothe the itch, unfazed by the sticky substance spread out over his face, ‘no respect for brushwork, really. I expected more of you.’

They applied another slather of their homemade face mask to Grantaire’s cheek and spread it out across the already moistened skin. Any questions concerning the ingredients to the slimy substance had been answered with a cryptic ‘It’s all good for your skin,’ and a wink that let him know not to ask again.

He had been equipped with Bahorel’s seemingly freshly washed bathrobe and made to sit on the sofa in his boxers whilst Jehan lit some candles for aesthetic and ambience, as he had been told. They had also started to play a playlist of soft instrumentals interspersed with nature sounds, rain and bird song via the Bluetooth box they and Bahorel kept on the sideboard. Grantaire noted the absence of real emotion in the piano sounds filling the living room as his face became a canvas for Jehan and their mask. It made him wish for something he could not name, something he did not know how to phrase and voice it to his own satisfaction.

read more on ao3

Happy 5th anniversary to this story! It's been 5 years already since I uploaded the first chapter - crazy! And here I am, once again thanking the people that are still patient, who are still reading what I put out there, even though it is cliffhanger after cliffhanger!

I could not do it without all the lovely people who comment and let me know their honest thoughts on what started as a funny little thought that was supposed to be a oneshot.... yeah, how did that turn out?

Now we are so close to 400,000 wo

#les miserables #enjoltaire #exr #les mis #enjolras x grantaire #nocturnal acquaintances #enjolras #grantaire #fluffball writes #les mis fanfic #morning reblog