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Julia A. commented on the post, manhattan 1 week, 2 days ago
“C’mon, Manhattan would be a fun stop!”
“Manhattan is in the complete opposite direction of the one we are driving, you guys.”
“Then let’s hit it on the way back!”
“No, I don’t think you understand, we would literally have to PASS OUR STARTING POINT on the way back to go to Manhattan. It is the very definition of out of the way.”
“Enjolraaaaas, someone’s not being very adventurooouuuusssss!”
“I’m being /practical,/ we’re not going to fucking Manhattan! Maybe next summer.”
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Julia A. commented on the post, loom 2 weeks, 1 day ago
“Do you do that on purpose?”
“Do what?”
“The — the looming thing, you loom, do you do it on purpose?”
“I –”
“Take a few steps back, Captain, you’re freakin me out I’m suffocating over here.”
“Will you just hurry up we only have five minutes!”
“All right all right calm down keep your Depends on!”
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Julia A. commented on the post, ensue 3 weeks, 3 days ago
When Combeferre came home to the sight of Courfeyrac sitting outside of Enjolras’s bedroom door and grinning in a way that couldn’t mean anything good, he frowned and took his headphones off.
“Courfeyrac, what are you doing?”
If possible, Courf’s grin became even more Chesire. “I like putting them into rooms together and seeing what ensues.”
“Wh –?” Combeferre hadn’t even gotten the question all the way out of his mouth before he could hear Enjolras shouting: “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GRANTAIRE, GO BREATHE VODKA INTO SOMEONE ELSE’S FACE! THIS IS DUE TOMORROW!” He had to close his eyes and take a deep breath to keep himself from laughing.
“Courfeyrac, get him out of there,” he managed to say with only the smallest quirk of his lips.
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Julia A. commented on the post, enemies 3 weeks, 5 days ago
Combeferre didn’t like to think that he had any enemies, not even in the state. Certainly, the monarchy was an oppressive one, but at the end of the day they were all humans, made of the same flesh and blood. If Combeferre could have his way he would prefer a lengthy discussion to violence, would prefer diplomacy to revolution. But that would require the other side to listen.
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Julia A. commented on the post, clasp 3 weeks, 6 days ago
Grantaire felt Enjolras’s hand clasp his, felt strong fingers squeeze his palm. He didn’t know if he’d be able to stand looking, but of course he did; he’d spent his life looking, suffering blows to the heart with each burst of light, and here he was about to die, so what did it matter anyway? He turned for one last shock of sun and was not disappointed; there Apollo stood smiling, there Orestes stood comforting, there Grantaire finally found gratitude, admiration, fondness where once there had only been disdain and disgust and disappointment. Finally, redemption, at the end of it all.
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Julia A. commented on the post, electrocute 4 weeks, 1 day ago
“You know what I haven’t been in a while, Tobes? /Electrocuted./ Now /that/ shit sucks.”
“Charming. What made you think of it?”
“I dunno. Stuff. Things. Sometimes you just think of all the shit your immortality’s allowed you to survive and you just kinda can’t wrap your head around it and I guess now’s probably one of those times.”
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Julia A. commented on the post, checkmate 1 month ago
“CHECKMATE!” Marley screeched, leaping to her feet. “CHECKMATE MOTHERFUCKER! CHECKFUCKINGMATE YA NASTY TRASH!”
“I DON’T BELIEVE IT I DON’T BELIEVE IT I’M JUST IN CHECK SIT BACK DOWN IT’S JUST CHECK!” Brendan screamed back, leaping up himself to scrutinize the board more closely.
“NO SHUT THE FUCK UP I WON! HA! SUCK IT! /SUCK IT!”/
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Julia A. commented on the post, café 1 month ago
“Wake up. Wake up, Grantaire!”
Grantaire grumbled, shielding his face from the light that suddenly burst past his eyelids. “I’m not violating any laws, I’m –”
“Grantaire, come on, you’ll miss it!”
/”Miss what?”/ He was a little more than half-conscious now and none too pleased about it. “Bloody fuck one minute you’re telling me to ‘sleep off the fumes of the wine’ and the next you’re telling me to –”
“TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN!”
Grantaire blinked, rubbed his face, then forced himself to really look around. The café around him was simultaneously familiar and strange, a place of his daily life newly strewn with streamers and lights and balloons and confetti. He pulled his coat around him and frowned. What was the date again?
“SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! /HAPPY NEW YEAR!”/
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Julia A. commented on the post, magenta 1 month ago
“He’s turned /magenta,”/ Courfeyrac noted with glee. /”Jolllly,/ no need to be bashful!”
“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. No doubt the two of you are suffering from mental fits, due probably to your remarkably poor hygiene.”
“Don’t try to /physician/ your way out of this,” Feuilly pushed. “Come on, tell us her name.”
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Julia A. commented on the post, burrow 1 month ago
“Uh, Courf?” Combeferre blinked around the bedroom. He could’ve sworn he’d heard him in here.
“‘M here.”
The comforter shifted a bit. It appeared Courfeyrac had dug himself a little burrow in his covers. Combeferre couldn’t stop a little half grin.
“He’ll come round, Courfeyrac,” he assured him, sitting down on the edge of the bed and tentatively patting one of the lumps in the blanket, hoping it was his head or something and not his ass. “You know damn well that no one can stay angry at you.”
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Julia A. commented on the post, burrow 1 month ago
“We should just start calling your house The Burrow,” Sparrow teased, flitting by to give Otto’s hand an affectionate squeeze.
Otto laughed. “Yeah, it’s starting to seem that way, isn’t it? I kinda like it.”
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Julia A. commented on the post, mumbling 1 month, 1 week ago
“What was that?” Grantaire nudged Enjolras. “I can’t understand you, you’re mumbling.”
Enjolras closed his eyes. He took a deep breath in through his nose, then slowly expelled it through his mouth. He removed his headphones.
“Grantaire,” he said. “For the last time. I am /not. Talking. To you.”/
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Julia A. commented on the post, leverage 1 month, 1 week ago
“We’ve got just the right amount of leverage. Now is the perfect time to act!” Enjolras said.
Combeferre refused to be moved, meeting Enjolras’s hard blue gaze calmly. “There are too few of us. It’s too dangerous. If you care about the safety of –”
“Of course I care about everyone’s safety,” Enjolras spat, irritably shaking his hands through his hair. “But if we don’t do this now it’ll be /years/ before –”
“Then put it to a vote. Talk it over with everyone at the same time,” Combeferre cut across, never raising his voice. “It’s their lives. Let them decide what’s more important to them.” His gaze obtained a gravity that forced Enjolras to drop his. “Be the kind of leader you wish our king was.”
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Julia A. commented on the post, geometric 1 month, 1 week ago
“Hold still.”
Enjolras sighed impatiently, but did as he was told. Grantaire smirked before setting to work, using his paintbrush to cover Enjolras’s body with various geometric shapes. The first few strokes made Enjolras shiver, but eventually he grew accustomed to it. He relaxed, stood still.
When at last Grantaire was done he took a few steps back, now smirking more than ever. Enjolras rolled his eyes. “Grantaire, /what/ is so funny?”
In answer, Grantaire sidled up beside the older boy and passionately belted, “BUT YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO /CUUUUUT ME OFF!!!”/
“I fucking hate you.”
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Julia A. commented on the post, attracted 1 month, 1 week ago
“You love him.”
“Courf, what –”
“You are sexually attracted to Enjolras.”
/”Courfeyrac keep your voice down.”/
“WOW YOU GUYS WOULD BE A REALLY HOT COUPLE WOW I NEVER REALLY THOUGHT OF IT BEFORE –”
“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.”
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Julia A. commented on the post, anchor 1 month, 2 weeks ago
The ideals had pulled them all together, but it was /him/ that kept them tied. He was the anchor, the weight that held them steady. He was the keystone that kept them from crumbling. His easiness, his empathy, his enthusiasm. He kept their feet on the ground while preserving the belief that they could fly.
Jehan was afraid to tell him this outright, because he knew that it was all the sort of cliche poetic language that he so often laughed at. But now Lamarque was dead, the revolution was at hand, and he needed him to know.
Blushing all the way to the roots of his hair, Jehan kicked a little notebook under Courfeyrac’s door. He left before he could lose his nerve or Courfeyrac could find it.
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Julia A. commented on the post, welfare 1 month, 2 weeks ago
This time, something different happened. One of the cops, the one who’d started the beatings in the first place, grabbed Combeferre by the arm and dragged him away from Jehan, whom he’d been guarding.
“Here, hold this one,” the policeman said, shoving Combeferre at one of his cohorts. “He’s worried about the way we’re treating his friends. He, unlike this one,” he gave Enjolras a swift kick in the stomach, “is concerned for their welfare.” He knelt and thrust his nightstick beneath Combeferre’s chin, forcing him to look up. “Make him watch. Perhaps then he’ll see just how good of a friend these little nights on the town make him.”
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Julia A. commented on the post, dashboard 1 month, 2 weeks ago
“Grantaire, get your feet off the dashboard.”
Grantaire did not get his feet off the dashboard. Instead, he started about the business of kicking off his shoes.
/”Absolutely not./ Don’t make me pull over.”
Grantaire had to stifle a smirk as he pretended not to hear. He was, however, careful not to scuff the already much-scuffed dash.
“But /ange/ I’m so /tired/ can’t I just stretch a bit?” His favorite thing about Enjolras’s name was that he could call him an angel and Enjolras would only think he was calling him by a nickname, by /Enj./
“This car has already been through a lot, I absolutely refuse to put her through your disgusting excuses for feet.”
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Julia A. commented on the post, flour 1 month, 2 weeks ago
“Enjolras, could you pass me that flour?” Jehan asked before catching himself, blinking for a moment, and then giving a delighted little laugh. “Oh, that’s quite poetic, isn’t it? On a normal day I certainly might ask for you to pass me a given flower, and today, too, I do so, but with different meaning! Ah, the poetry of homonyms!”
Enjolras, meanwhile, was kneading his own dough with revolutionary fervor, tongue pressed between his lips in concentration while he blatantly ignored his housemate. “I have a feeling this dough isn’t going to rise,” he muttered. Without missing a beat, Courfeyrac poked his head around the doorframe to deliver his punchline: /”Much like the people!”/
“An exceptional metaphor, Courfeyrac!” Jehan cheered while Enjolras shot Courfeyrac a glare that would have sent anyone quivering if not for the flour in his golden hair and the gingham apron tied around his waist.
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Julia A. commented on the post, vines 1 month, 3 weeks ago
“Uh, Jay?”
“Hush up, I’m trying to read this.”
They were in a dark, dank cave, and Jon wondered for about the four-hundredth time why he was always letting her talk him into these excursions about the castle’s secret passages. The answer his heart provided was the same: he was hopelessly and completely in love with her.
“Jay,” he repeated, his voice deceptively calm. “Jay, I’m being slowly entrapped in vines.”
She whirled around, and he couldn’t deny the little twinge of happiness at the fear that flashed across her eyes; he couldn’t deny loving that, try as she might, she couldn’t hide that she cared.
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