Obsessed with Love

Jehan Prouvaire: Poet. Romantic. Revolutionary. Independent Jehan Prouvaire RP Blog Mun+Muse 20+ Semi-selective on occasion

[lesamistheabc]

[text: eagle] do you ever wish you had wings???????

[text: jehan] dude yeah

[fleursetrevolution]

[SMS; Eagle] wish magick could grow wingsss

[scavengememes]

the grisha trilogy sentences, pt 3 (ruin & rising).

“i am not ruined. i am ruination.”

“i will strip away all that you know, all that you love, until you have no shelter but mine.”

“beauty was your armor. fragile stuff, all show. but what’s inside you? that’s steel. it’s brave and unbreakable. and it doesn’t need fixing.”

“you might make me a better man.”

“you might make me a monster.”

“why waste my anger on you when the fault is mine? i should have anticipated another betrayal from you.”

“i wanted to see you.”

“there are two thrones on that dais. you could see me any time you liked.”

“i hope you weren’t looking to me to be the voice of reason. i keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret.”

“not bad looking? he’s damnably handsome.”

“i thought your hobby was preening.”

“don’t let me be alone.”

“despise your heart.”

“i have no heart.”

“in the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.“

“it’s true. you are stronger, wiser, infinite in experience… but i am an apt pupil.”

“it’s a vow that if i can’t be anything else to you, at least i can be a weapon in your hand.”

“you’re all i’ve ever wanted. you are the whole of my heart.”

“are you going to make a habit of winning arguments? it’s very unbecoming.”

“i had a taste for you, once.”

“you were meant for more than me, and i’ll die fighting to give it to you. but please don’t ask me to pretend it’s easy.”

“it gets dark when i say it does.”

“no matter who or what i was, i would’ve been yours.”

“we all die. not everyone dies for a reason.”

“want to know my secret? i have a lot of money.”

“i’ll be back to fetch you for dinner, but should you grow restless, do feel free to run screaming from the room or take a dagger to her. whatever seems most fitting at the time.”

“for all my talk of vows and honor, what i really want is to put you up against that wall and kiss you until you forget you ever knew another man’s name.”

“you live in a single moment. i live in a thousand.”

“he’s kind when he might have been cruel. it’s refreshing.”

“oh, a dark lake full of something shiny. let me put my hand into it.”

“that fact is well established and adds nothing to the plot.”

“i wanted him to be hard, to be strong. i taught him the lesson my mother and father taught me: to rely on no one. that love – fragile and fickle and raw – was nothing compared to power. he was a brilliant boy. he learned too well.”

“claimed me? like a peninsula?”

“let me. it isn’t real. let me.”

“i’m used to being the center of attention wherever i go. i’ve been told I could charm the shoes off a racehorse midstride, and yet you seem impervious.”

“i make it a policy to never seduce anyone prettier than i am.”

“i wasn’t afraid of you. i was afraid of losing you.”

“you move forward, and when you falter, you get up. and when you can’t, you let us carry you. you let me carry you.”

“you were supposed to be my balance.”

“what if instead of stopping you, i’m just another avalanche?”

[lovecleradin]

Reblog this mistletoe and see who leaves a kiss in your inbox!

[fleursetrevolution]

it’s Les(s) Misérables and not Plus Misérables because you can’t have more miserables when they’re all dead 

Happy Barricade Day!

[xnjolras]

if i had to read this then you all have to read this.

[vaememes]

*       POETRY     PROMPTS        /         JOHN      KEATS  .

*  POETRY  PROMPTS  BY  AUTHOR  JOHN KEATS ,  FROM  A  VARIETY  OF  POEMS .

‘ Forget their tea — forget their appetite. ‘

‘ The fire is going out and no one rings. ‘

‘ There’s a large cauliflower in each candle. ‘

‘ Where may your tailor live?  ‘

‘ Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! ‘

‘ The flower will bloom another year. ‘

‘ Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes! ‘

‘ Overhead! look overhead! ‘

‘ Look up, look up! I flutter now. ‘

‘ These blossoms snow upon thy lady’s pall! ‘

‘ A kiss should bud upon the tree of love. ‘

‘ Pleasure never is at home. ‘

‘ Open wide the mind’s cage-door. ‘

‘ When the Night doth meet the Noon. ‘

‘ Where’s the cheek that doth not fade, too  much gaz’d at? ‘

‘ Whose lip mature is ever new? ‘

‘ Where’s the eye, however blue, doth not weary?  ‘

‘ Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers. ‘

‘ Hast thou, as a mere shadow! ‘

‘ When in an Eye thou art alive with fate! ‘

‘ Where—where slept thine ire? ‘

‘ Or was I a worm—too low crawling for death?  ‘

‘ Why was I not crush’d—such a pitiful germ? ‘

‘ O why didst thou pity, and beg for a worm? ‘

‘ Alone and palely loitering? ‘

‘ So haggard and so woe-begone? ‘

‘ I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love! ‘

‘ Losing its gust, and my ambition blind! ‘

‘ O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine! ‘

‘ Spirit here that reignest! Spirit here that mourneth!  ‘

‘ O breathe a word or two of fire! ‘

‘ Ah! ken ye what I met the day! ‘

‘ Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,–the domain ‘

‘ Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush, my dear! ‘

‘ All the house is asleep, but we know very well. ‘

‘ Tho’ you’ve padded his night-cap — O sweet {name}!   ‘

‘ For less than a nothing the jealous can hear. ’

‘ No leaf doth tremble, no ripple is there on the river.  ‘

‘ But my {name}’s eyes, and her lips pulp’d with bloom. ‘

‘ Lift the latch! ah gently! ah tenderly — sweet! ‘

‘ We are dead if that latchet gives one little clink! ‘

‘ While I kiss to the melody, aching all through! ‘

‘ Away with old hock and madeira! ‘

‘ There’s a beverage brighter and clearer! ‘

‘ Hither, hither, love! Let us feed and feed! ‘

‘ Leaving great verse unto a little clan? ‘

‘ But were there ever any writhed not at passed joy?   ‘

[fleursetrevolution]

anabundanceofcourf:

“Nobody’s entirely perfect, Jehan, and I’m sure there’s plenty of people that could argue that I’m definitely not.” He protested softly, giving a little shake of his head as if the idea really was all that ridiculous because to him it felt like it was. Of course, he could also be selfish enough to admit that he really did have a rather big heart, he cared enourmously, but he also couldn’t believe that he was at all perfect.

“It’s not an awful thing.” He added with a slight shrug, toying with the other’s fingers as he spoke. “If I was perfect I’d probably be boring, and then you’d hate me.”

« You are so perfect, Courf, why don’t you believe me!  » Jehan protested, a tiny pout working its way onto his face because of the man’s argument. He squeezed Courfeyrac’s hand tightly, desperate to speak of such a thing as Courf’s perfection and not, instead, fears and such. He had his poetry for that. « I could never hate you, you know that? I adore you! Even if you did naught every single day, you’re still human sunshine and cannot be hated,  » Jehan explained stubbornly, leaning over and up to peck a kiss onto Courf’s nose as punctuation. 

[harmonizingly]

The hopeless romantic fell in love with the realist and neither have been the same way since.

(via harmonizingly)

[fallingfrozenprince]

Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters

[transparentbutimpenetrable]

“Oh, God, you’re bleeding. You’re bleeding a lot.”

“Stop squirming, I’m trying to help.”

“Hang on, I got you.”

“Just lean on me, I’ll help you walk.”

“We should get that looked at.”

“Don’t tilt your head back, you’ll make your nosebleed worse!”

“Just sit up and breathe, ok?”

“Eh, you’ll be fine. I think. Maybe.”

“What ever you do, don’t go to sleep. Stay awake.”

“Oooooo. That looks painful.”

“Oh, thank God! Don’t scare me like that!”

“How the hell did you do this to yourself?”

“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?”

“You stopped breathing.”

“Oh look, it’s alive.”

“Take deep breaths, you’ll be fine.”

“Arms shouldn’t move like that…”

“What happened to your leg?!”

“Yep, that’s broken alright. How’d you manage that?”

“Here’s some ice.”

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Do you need an ice pack for that shiner?”

“Yeesh, you look like shit.”

“Wait, you were mugged?!”

“Is that a stab/gunshot wound?”

“Ok, ew. I’m not cleaning that up.”

“Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head.”

“You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn’t be moving arou d too much if I were you.”

“We thought you were dead!”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?”

“Can you walk on your own?”

“You’re getting blood on my clothes!”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

[clingyfoil]

[fleursetrevolution]

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please feel free to interact with any and all, i’d love them to be active

[fleursetrevolution]

anabundanceofcourf:

“Except I would never do that, you know that I wouldn’t.” He remarked, obviously not at all fooled by the other’s attempt to be firm with him, because really he didn’t have any real malice behind it. Beside, it was Courf, who when it came to his friends had boundless patience and understanding, and it would take a lot more than a few inconveniences to get rid of him.

“Besides, if I haven’t managed to drive you off at this point I think you’re stuck with me forever.” He added teasingly, giving the other’s cheek a gentle pinch. “So really, I’m not sure who’s getting the better end of the deal here.”

«I do know that, but the little bit of me that doesn’t like to listen to reason refuses to know that, Courf,» Jehan whispered, his voice soft and almost hesitant. He didn’t like talking about this sort of thing, about fear or reality of being alone, of being left alone. He couldn’t talk about it. But here he was anyway.

«You talk as if you have even a bad atom in your body. We both know that’s not true, that most of your body is taken up by your heart — one of the best hearts I’ve ever known!» Jehan argued stubbornly, reaching up to catch Courf’s hand and give it a tight, reassuring squeeze. «I’m getting the best end of the deal, I get to know you.»

[be-free-my-words]

First Interaction Starters

“Oh… Oh shit, I’m so sorry.”

“I did NOT mean to fall on you.”

“Picked the wrong day to get stuck in here, huh?”

“It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Oh, sorry, didn’t notice you there.”

“Hey I- Oh, wrong person.”

“H-Hi…”

“Woah, your eyes are really beautiful.”

“Can you help me reach something?”

“Well… This is an odd way to meet new people.”

“MARCO!”

“Do you have a -object- I could borrow?”

“I hate to be a bother, but —-”

“You seemed to have dropped this.”

“I think I’ve heard of you.”

“Mind if I buy you a drink?”

“Do you mind helping me for like two seconds?”

“Oh, that’s extremely kind of you.”

“Did that hit you?!”

“Aye, leave ‘em alone.”

“Screw off.”

“Hello?”

“I think you know —, I’m —.”

“That’s pretty neat.”

“Excuse me, are you —?”

[fortheaskbox]

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

[russetwolf]

feel free to specify verses! :)

[vhsmeme]

* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

[fleursetrevolution]

@anabundanceofcourf Continued from here 

«Of course I need to thank you,» Jehan insisted stubbornly, his arms crossing in front of his chest as he tried to stare Courf down. But really, he was a soft poet, he cried at flowers: he could never glare at a friend and hardly could an enemy (besides cops. He could and would glare at them all day). But he had to be stubborn, he had to. Jehan was, far too frequently, a wreck; Courf was always there for him. Far more than he actually deserved.

«I wouldn’t fault you if you left, if you lost all love for me,» he promised, though even as Jehan spoke, he was leaning into Courf’s touch, nuzzling against the soft, warm hand. The soft, warm hand like the soft, warm love that Jehan had, eternally, for Courf. The love that fit all categories and yet none and could be unrequited and still cause great happiness within the ginger-haired man.

[fleursetrevolution]

@pontificalandwarlike Continued from here

Despite the words that had just escaped Jehan, a smile appears on his lips. A sad, forced smile. A smile of a man neck-deep in melancholy thick as honey, a man seeing no escape and missing his rose-tinted glasses. «No, I… nothing happened,» he mumbles out, refusing to make eye contact with Enjolras and instead focusing intently upon the thread which he was pulling out of the seam of his pants. «Just woke up sad…» A minute shrug accompanies a tired sigh: the tiny man’s sorrows taking up twice the space his body laid claim to.