Rent (2005)
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Rent (2005)
Rent Gifsets: 3/? - Collins & Roger
“‘Oh, hi.’ After seven months?”
queer film meme | 10 couples/pairings [7/10] » Angel Dumott Schunard x Tom Collins (Rent)
From Tracie Thom’s instagram (x) (x)
adorable angel/collins moments in rent10: part 2
anyone up for some big multi-para stuff?
like this if you are
He smiled at that and looked up again to look at the man, “Merci— And you’re right, it’s much harder out here.” He muttered, “you’re too kind to me, I’ll pay you back some day, okay?”
He thought about the question for a few seconds before shrugging, “Most artists go here, I’m a poet and I wanted a little adventure. Only for a little while though. It didn’t go perfectly.”
Angel smiled and nodded. "No problem, hun. Everyone needs a hand sometime," he said softly. "Don't worry about paying me back. Nothing to pay," he promised.
"And you can't go back? Your family won't pay for it or something?"
ayyyy anyone play Pokemon X or Alpha Sapphire? Let's do friend codes yo.
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Angel hummed. “Maybe they will. We can go see, if you would like,” he shrugged. “I have a meeting in the morning. I mean, you’re free to stay here or whatever. Or you can come. If you want.”
He tried to give the other as much room as he could, closing the bag around them...
He nodded his head. "I understand. It seems to get even worse when you're on the street and stuff. Helps cope," he mused quietly. "Well, we'll get you all set up here, in our little city." he smiled at the boy next to him. "Or I mean you can do other stuff. You obviously don't have to hang around," Angel laughed.
"Paris? Why the move to the big city, then?"
Some 20s lingo
fuck how am i supposed to memorize all this for daily use
“I can help you find some tomorrow,” he offered. “There’s some really nice ones. But they’re also really strict. Drug tests, alcohol tests. Strict check in and check outs, and stuff. So most of us don’t bother. We like the freedom. Besides, a lot of us work at night,”...
Angel hummed. "Maybe they will. We can go see, if you would like," he shrugged. "I have a meeting in the morning. I mean, you're free to stay here or whatever. Or you can come. If you want."
He tried to give the other as much room as he could, closing the bag around them both. He smiled. "From out of the country, then?" He question. "But it's okay, Jehan. Definitely not the worst person to sneak in."
vivelafrance—vivelavenir “I can help you find some tomorrow,” he offered. “There’s some really nice ones. But they’re also really strict. Drug tests, alcohol tests. Strict check in and check outs, and stuff. So most of us don’t bother. We like the freedom. Besides, a lot of us work at night,” Angel shrugged. “It’s up to you though, hun.”
The man blinked as Jehan curled up on the floor. “Christ, sweetie. No, no. I meant there’s enough room in the sleeping bag. You’ll freeze, even with that jacket on” he scooted to one side of the bag. “Come here.” He paused. “I’m Angel, nice to meet you Jehan.”
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send me a ✘ for my muse finding yours asleep on the couch
(Angel doesn’t have a couch but that’s ok)
"Honey, I don’t know if you’re new here, but we don’t share tents. It’s a… ‘supply your own’ sort of thing," he said, looking down at the man huddled on his floor, frowning softly. He paused for a moment, tilting his head. "First night out on your own?" he asked softly.
The young poet sat up quickly as he heard a voice, rubbing tired eyes and blinking a few times before he could work out where he was, “I—I was just resting my eyes for a minute, it’s so cold out—” He bit his lip and curled up again, tired, “Oui, my parents cut me off…” He said softly, “I’m sorry.. I was going to leave before you came back…”
Angel tilted his head, frowning softly. He looked outside the tent. "It is, yeah," he took off his jacket, offering it to the other. "Here." He murmured. "It's okay, it's okay," he murmured gently. "There's shelters too, you know. Living out here is kinda hard," he rubbed the back of his head slightly. "You can stay here until you can get some stuff of your own." He would feel awful tossing someone out into the freezing cold. "Just... Don't steal anything, please?"
He went to open up his sleeping bag, already shivering from lack of warmth. "There'll be room for the both of us. Survival one-oh-one, right?" Angel smiled. "Conserve body heat. Afraid I don't have any food to offer you. But the nuns usually have bread on Thursday mornings, so we can get some tomorrow," he said softly, moving to burrow into his sleeping bag.
Angel always preferred staying in the little tent city on the edge of the actual, big Alphabet City, than in some sort of shelter. In the tent, he could do as he wished, he didn’t have to abide by any laws, or be “home” at a certain time.
But there were definitely their...