( can someone come talk to me about les mis references in oitnb season 3 pls. )
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@constellationsofvictories
( can someone come talk to me about les mis references in oitnb season 3 pls. )
“'To be free,’ said Combeferre.” — iii.iv.v
( Anna wants some serious thread business. Like – I want to give you my kik and talk to you every day about the wonderful things that could potentially happen in our threads. Everyone love me and make me be active please. )
The sun has been up less than a half hour, but Combeferre has been awake for quite some time-- and within his cooking endeavors, he’s had an accomplice. He has learned fast that when Daniel wants to help him cook, he should simply give him an empty bowl and a spoon to bang on it.
The toddler is first into his parents’ bedroom, tottering to the bed on chubby legs and helplessly stretching his arms, as he cannot reach-- after putting aside the tray with chocolate chip pancakes, Combeferre assists in lifting the child, placing him down on the comforter. “Go get her. Tell her to wake up,” he whispers as the small boy eagerly crawls over the mattress, lovingly tugging at his mother’s hair. Usually, she is none too happy about being woken up-- she certainly values her sleep more than most. But surely today she will make an exception.
REACTION MEME: Bruised and Broken Version
“Woah, when did you get that?”
“Who did this to you?”
“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”
“You’re saying this was an accident?”
“What a shiner!”
“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”
“I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”
“Does it hurt when I touch it?”
“Let me kiss it better.”
“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”
“Another fight?”
“What happened to your face?”
“I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”
“Let’s get you to bed.”
“Let’s get you to the hospital.”
“Why are you so calm about this?”
“You’re bleeding!”
“What are friends for, ey?”
“So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”
“You need to look where you’re going.”
“I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”
“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”
“Don’t move! You’ll faint!”
“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”
“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”
“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”
“How could you be so careless?”
“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”
“H-how many of them were there?”
1989 Starter Sentences (pt. 1)
"Baby, I know places we won't be found."
"All you had to do was stay."
"People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye."
"Everybody here wanted something else."
"Welcome to New York."
"You can want who you want."
"I could dance to this beat forever."
"Any true love drives you crazy."
"I could show you incredible things."
"You look like my next mistake."
"Love's a game, wanna play?"
"I can make the bad guys good for a weekend."
"I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream."
"Oh My God, look at that face."
"I can read you like a magazine."
"I know you heard about me."
"I'm dying to see how this one ends."
"It's gonna be forever."
"I love the players, and you love the game."
"We're young and we're reckless."
"They'll tell you I'm insane."
"The worst is yet to come."
"I can make all the tables turn."
"Who is she?"
"You'll come back each time you leave."
"It's gonna go down in flames."
"You can tell me when it's over, if the high was worth the pain."
"Boys only want love if it's torture."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
( whines please somebody rp with me. )
The irony of the situation is not that Combeferre is a doctor; it’s that he actually, physically has made himself sick by taking too many irregular hours at the hospital and depriving himself of sleep. He is hunched over the toilet bowl, vomiting up his intestines (actual anatomical fact) and praying to God that he won’t wake up his boyfriend sleeping in the next room.
But sure enough, the sound of feet come padding through the doorway; in defeat, he rests his forehead on the edge of the bathtub, closes his eyes. “Alright, alright, you win. I’ll go to bed.”
( shout out to that friend that you love so much you hit the like button on their post before you even read it. bc d amn i care so much about your feelings. )
like for a starter.
miseraudax:
constellationsofvictories:
[ text; panini. ] he is precious. [ text; panini. ] but we have a baby monitor. he’s asleep, and you need to be, too. he’ll be okay by himself for a few hours.
( sms; doctor doctor ) : :(( ( sms; doctor doctor ) : fine.
it’s quite the effort, she notes, having to part with the sight of her son, the innocence && purity that lined his swollen cheeks, his plump toddler hands. casting a final glance over the sleeping infant, her tired, h e a v y footsteps make their way to her own bed, && to her very own husband.
❝ what T I M E is it …? ❞
combeferre rarely sleeps as is; he is not bothered by staying up to wait for his wife to stumble into their bedroom, pale and weary; and to extend an arm to her. their child is sick, and she’s been up with him morning, noon and night-- but finally, her tireless efforts have succeeded in putting him to sleep, and she ought to rest herself. he knows she will be right back at it first thing in the morning. “Rest, love-- he’ll be alright. You worry too much.”
"Just a little while longer."
“Get up. You have class.”
miseraudax: ( sms; doctor doctor ) : but i don’t want to move him :( ( sms; doctor doctor ) : look how cute!!!!!!! ( sms; doctor doctor ) : [ image attached ]
[ text; panini. ] he is precious.
[ text; panini. ] but we have a baby monitor. he’s asleep, and you need to be, too. he’ll be okay by himself for a few hours.
“Here. I’ll do it for you. Give me the tie.”
A sigh; Ferre will relent the tie, leaning back against the wall and allowing his boyfriend to finagle it for him. He does not want to be at this wedding; he loves Courf’s little sister like she’s his own, but he’s not a huge fan of her fiance– and shotgun weddings are not terribly popular for twenty-year-old girls, anyway. He sighs briefly and tugs a hand restlessly through his hair. “I don’t want to see this at all. I haven’t seen her smile once today.”
“Just a little while longer.”
“Can you come tuck me in?”
“Come on, I’ll tuck you in.”
“Did you sleep okay last night?”
“C’mon, read me something! Just like old times.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“Can we stay in tonight?”
“Will you stay with me?”
“Shh, it’s okay.”
“Go to sleep, go to sleep.”
miseraudax:
constellationsofvictories:
[ text; panini. ] How are you supposed to sleep if you insist on staying in the nursery? Come to bed. He’ll be fine. (B eca use I needed baby verse badly. Time to binge.)
( sms; doctor doctor ) : i’m not.
( sms; doctor doctor ) : he’s been fussy all night, i’m not leaving this nursery.
( sms; doctor doctor ) : just go to sleep, i’ll see you off in the morning, i promise.
[ text; panini. ] he’s been asleep for an hour. you’re wearing yourself out, sweetheart. [ text; panini. ] at least come to bed and bring him with you. it can’t hurt for one night.