Hi Jen, I know you have a lot of discussion about how Louis feels about his fanbase, do you have a certain tag for it? I wanna reread it cuz damn one fan during the red carpet straight up told Louis to his face, that they wished Louis to be more open and be the girl the he is and I'm like, I know Jen talks about the love/hate relationship Louis has towards his fans, I need to read it again to wash this cringe. He straight up did that awkward hahaha and left. The 2nd hand embarrassment. I hope it's okay
Sometimes I can make tumblr search work for me, but try typing "resent" or "resents" as a search in tags, it'll bring up one or two times when I mentioned in an ask about him/them resenting fans, but I know for a fact I've put it on posts where you can actually see him do it in real time (i.e., not an ask). This sounds fucking AWFUL, so if/when I see it cross my dash (or scroll by it in a lurk), rest assured I'm applying (thinking) it!
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itz 9 am. and i am so very eepy. but the grind never ends raaaahhh!!! setting up blankets and pillows in your ask box myehehehee.. (*¯︶¯*) (*¯︶¯*)
checkup time!! yippeeee!! did you eat somrthing?? did you drink ur wayer?? how arre you feeling rn??? pat pat pat pat
im leavign my pplushies with you. they will keep yout company. pudding (the sushi cat) and crooky (the dino) are very good listeners. they are verrry soft. yipppeeeeee!! (つω`。)
jsjdijdjdodjsjsjs hiii kitty
sorry this took me so long to answer, ive been sleeping just about all day...
i think going to school yesterday was the wrong choice. too early. i dont think i was healed enough yet. i guess my dad thought so too, because he made me stay home today. but at least my cat visited me a shit ton
no but really shes essentially a silent cat but today she was outside my door meowing her head off (why is she so clingy with me specifically i dont think she does this with anyone else) ((/aff))
i had lots of water today, and i had a sandwich and some chips... my apatite is kinda gone so idk if im hungry enough to eat any more. sorry kitty :(
but thank you for the friends... pudding and crooky are high quality company :)
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There's a whole legend between them.
They share in their glances, and entire stories fill the silence -- with the whisper of the crickets. And the thunder of their hearts.
But god, what honest, vulnerable things. Human, in fact. Her own trickles steadily now, its great pulse singing in the hour of these nighttime blues. Levi listens carefully, whittling it down to its every last chord, and he hears with certainty both desire and heartache. In a manner of a speaking, perhaps, she's an opera of a song. She's short-lived allegros, long stretches of haphazard fugues, and even now, even here, there rings a chord of something solemn. A humorless adagio. A sobering wail.
And Levi, soldier, had never been a musician, but even so, he's the transcript to all her songs.
He waits at the doorway, her ever loyal audience, and listens again to that quiet beat- beat- quiver of her heart. It is raw. Eden's letter lays pinched between her thumb and finger, and when she looks back up to him, a throbbing weight takes the room. It feels a little like exhaustion, like nursing another crushed hope, and he doesn't to need ask her why she's suddenly grown glum. No, he saw the letter's seal -- and Josie's neat scrawl. Eden? Eden, girl-wonder, woman-knight and feral thing, is, against her will, sat lonely again. She mourns her lost brother, misses the smiles of her sister, and Marley is strange. This land is so foreign. Nothing feels like it's home, but there is easy peace.
And Levi. Captain. Please hold me together, she doesn't ask him, and he answers, don't act like I'd let you fall.
"It's late. I should--"
No. "I'll stay the night." This, she is wrong, is utterly home.
Eden approaches. Levi, peering up, the both of them clipped of wings, doesn't look the way she feels. He still appears infinite, like he's soaring high in the clouds, and even grounded in this chair, he offers a taste of possibilities, of wars and endless victories she hasn't yet dared. Hell, even now, here as she takes the handlebars of his seat, could be a sort of unconventional battle, no? There aren't their blades involved. There isn't promise of blood. But the ease in his voice and the way his walls have crumbled... He's letting her lead him. Help him. And she's letting him stay.
"I meant in here."
There's so much to unpack in that, and it's unbearably frightening.
Her bedroom's sparse. Eden hasn't decorated it fully yet, but that's to be expected; his own, rather pitiful, is laid bare, too. Yet, when Levi says those words, it's as if this open space, this comically untaken real estate, is suddenly oh so full. She's only one bed to her name, a measly chair tucked away in the dark, but Levi'd said what he said: he's staying in her room. He takes her by her wrist and eyes her flatly. "This how you treat all your guests?" he broaches, forward but harmless. "Barely even got a word in, and you're acting like you're in some rush to wheel me out. Don't have to sweat that one in case you haven't noticed. Can't outrun you. I'm in a wheelchair."
Ha. He pulls away from her wrist, and there, catching the gleam of the moon out her window, his pale, wintry eye hits her sharp. He-- I want to stay here tonight. "Get ready for bed already."
@decimatlas, continued from here.
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