JOyful JOurney

[scuttleton]

LM 3.6.6

Holding onto hope we'll get more Courfeyrac funnies. Let's go.

First paragraph in and it's already like

holding in his hand an open book, not having turned a page for the last two hours.

Relatable, but NOT for the reasons he's struggling, that's for sure.

The girl walked by and as she passed she looked at him. She looked steadily at him with a pensive sweetness that thrilled Marius from head to foot. It was as if she were reproaching him for not having come to her in such a long time, and saying to him, ‘I’ve come to you.’

He felt as if he were floating in the blue heavens. At the same time he was horribly upset because there was dust on his boots. He felt sure she had also looked at his boots.

HAHAHA

Oh boy, like a madman indeed

COURFEYRAC MENTION. SAVE US.

Marius ate like a horse.

Oh no I'm being haunted by horses again.

Desperate to know what Courfeyrac is thinking as Marius is dragging him to dinner and a show.

When they came out of the theatre he refused to look at a hat-shop girl’s garter as she stepped over a gutter, and Courfeyrac came close to horrifying him by saying, ‘I’d gladly add that woman to my collection.’

🧍

Courfeyrac I trusted you

ate even more than on the previous evening. He was very thoughtful and very cheerful. He seemed to take every opportunity to burst out laughing. He warmly hugged some provincial nobody who was introduced to him.

He's gone insane. I am afraid.

Marius interrupted the discussion to exclaim, ‘All the same it’s very gratifying to have the Legion of Honour cross!’ ‘That’s odd!’ Courfeyrac whispered to Jean Prouvaire. ‘No,’ replied Prouvaire, ‘that’s serious.’ It was indeed serious.

Prouvaire, the guy who loves love or whatever his intro said, out here with sage knowledge. Even he knows love is dangerous.

Marius you are embarrassing.

One look had achieved all this. When explosives have been laid in the mine, when the fire is ready to be lit, nothing is simpler. A look is a kindling spark.

Genuinely

I cannot comprehend

How on earth could you fall in love with somebody because you met eyes like once. Twice. Whatever. The whole love at first sight thing has never made sense to me. Like I guess theoretically I could understand finding somebody attractive at first sight? Theoretically??? But there's no way you can actually fall in love with somebody when you don't even know them as a person. What are you even falling in love with???? You're falling in physical attraction with them or something. I don't think a single thing in the universe could convince me that it's actual love and not just getting swept up and being physically attracted to a person which is also bizarre to me but like. Whatever, I can... at least vaguely comprehend that. I see a really good looking new dessert and it's like yeah okay I want that. But I don't know what it tastes like, I don't know if I'll actually like it, I can't say I love it because I've never had it. I can say it looks appealing and that's it. Accept at least with desserts you can look at it and guess some ingredients and go What I know I like chocolate and it looks like it's made of chocolate so I'll probably like it, but with a person you literally cannot just like figure out who they are at their core by glancing with them!

A woman’s look is like certain seemingly harmless yet powerful mechanisms. You pass by them every day without any fuss or bother, all unawares. A time comes when you even forget they are there. You come and go, let your mind wander, talk, laugh. Suddenly you feel caught. There is no escape. The mechanism holds you fast, the look has captured you. It has captured you, never mind how or in what way, by some vagrant part of your mind, during some momentary distraction. You are doomed. You will be entirely swallowed up. A concatenation of mysterious forces takes over. You struggle in vain. No one can help you now. You are going to pass through the mesh, from cog to cog, agony to agony, torture to torture, you, your mind, your fortune, your future, your soul. And depending on whether you are in the power of a vicious creature or of a noble heart, you will not emerge from this terrifying machine without being disfigured – by shame – or transfigured – by passion.

Me 🤝 Enjolras 🤝 Mabeuf 🤝 Mére Plutarque 🤝 multiple people reading this book with me

Who is "you" because it ain't us

[snowsmoked]

David did not tell Yuna what he saw at the cottage. But, he did come home visibly upset so he had to tell her something.

"Is Shane okay?" Was Yuna's first question.

"Yes," David was quick to reassure her. "He's fine. He's great."

"David," Yuna said worriedly, hand on his bicep. "Is Shane okay?"

"He really is. I promise, sweetheart. I would tell you if he wasn't," David promised her because he would. "But I - he was - he's probably going to be headed over here soon."

"Why?" Yuna started to get more worried, despite her husband's reassurances. "David, what happened? Did you two fight?"

David did interrupt his silent retreat but Yuna couldn't imagine Shane getting into a fight with his father over that.

"No," David caught her eyes. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

"Then please don't ask. I saw something I shouldn't have and I - I want it to be Shane's choice if he tells us. I promise you he's safe. We didn't fight. He's - he might be upset with me, but he's okay."

Yuna searched his face for another moment before she slowly nodded.

She had an idea of what David might have seen.

She had considered that Shane's 'silent retreat' might not be the complete truth. She also recognized how upset her husband was at unintentionally learning something about their boy that he wasn't ready to share.

"Okay," Yuna pulled him in for a hug. "I'll make some tea."

"I feel so horrible."

"Shane loves you, he'll understand," Yuna said.

"I hope so," David pulled back. "I can make the tea. Shane will probably want some if he comes over."

He used to make Shane hot chocolate after nightmares, or doctor visits, or difficult practices. When he was a teenager, he started asking for tea instead.

Yuna, sensing David needed something to do, said, "use the new one my aunt sent us. It takes a little longer but I think Shane will like it."

~*~*~

"So, what did you see," Yuna asked her husband as they watched their son and his boyfriend, Ilya Rozanov, drive away.

"I wondered how long it would take for you to ask," David smiled.

"Hush you," Yuna glared. "Like you wouldn't be curious. Unless, god, did you walk in on-"

"No," David stopped her. "They were just walking up from the dock. I would have left but when I noticed it was Rozanov - or Ilya, I mean - I was just frozen there."

"Then how did you know they were, you know, together?"

"Well they kissed on the porch," David winced. "And Ilya..."

"Ilya what?"

"He, uh, had his hand on Shane's…bottom."

Yuna and David stared at each other for a few seconds before Yuna couldn't take it anymore, smile spreading across her face and burst out laughing, hand gripping her husband’s shirt to hold herself up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Yuna laughed out.

"Yuna!" David admonished but he was laughing too. He reached out to steady her. "It's not funny!"

"When you put it that - that way!" Yuna tried to gather herself. "Ilya Rozanov. Ilya Rozanov. I can't believe it."

"He's a sweet kid," David was still smiling, thinking about Ilya standing awkwardly by his son, happily eating pasta, saying he'd leave the team that drafted him for their Shane.

Yuna softened. "He really is. He looks so much younger in person."

"Well," David wrapped an arm around her waist. "I think he might be ours now."

[bajablastflavoredsaxreed]

i feel like the people aren’t crazy enough about bill woodward. he’s the most boring man alive. he’s divorced. he loves mamma mia. he doesn’t like his daughter’s stoner girlfriend. he’s gonna kick ted’s head. he drinks a shirley temple during the end of the world in case they need a designated driver. he spent like 100 dollars trying to win a carnival game so he can get a lame ass stuffed animal for his teenage daughter because she’s mad he dropped her phone. he loves his daughter so much he also has no idea how anything works. he’s paul’s best friend. he’s a little bit of a bitch sometimes. he gets a caramel frappe every day. he has genuinely one of the most gut-wrenching deaths in the entire starkid universe. he’s played by corey dorris what more do you people want.

[the-real-team-starkid]

First Look: Tomb Quest in Rehearsal

TOMB QUEST runs July 30 - Aug 23 The Colony Theatre - Burbank, CA Book your tickets today at teamstarkid.com!

[junglejim4322]

I live a very balanced life of noticing things nobody else does and not noticing the things that literally everybody notices

[snowsmoked]

Ilya never gets dementia. He worries about it, with his genetic predisposition and his frequent head injuries. But he never gets it.

His brother does.

His brother calls him, forgetting that Ilya went no-contact with him. Ilya's silent on the phone, listening to Alexei's wife softly explain it to him and take the phone.

He texts Ilya, asking when where he is. Asking who he's playing next game.

Ilya's been retired for over 20 years.

He knows Shane wants to say something, but he never does. He's just quietly supportive.

One day, it's Alexei's wife that calls him. She apologizes for calling. She tells him Alexei doesn't remember her anymore. Or their daughter. He only asks about Ilya and their parents. She offers to delete Ilya's number from his phone.

Ilya declines.

After that, he starts answering the phone. And talking.

Alexei asks where he is. Ilya tells him he's coming home soon. That seems to make Alexei happy.

Alexei asks who Ilya is playing. Ilya says Montreal. Alexei tells him to win or papa will be angry.

Alexei tells him mama made him soup. Ilya tells him that was his daughter. Alexei laughs, he doesn't have a daughter.

He doesn't remember how cruel he was to Ilya. He doesn't remember how much he loved drugs and drinking.

He was so much like Ilya's Alexei, before he started taking after their father. Before he let his anger at their mother consume him. Before he caught Ilya and Sasha and allowed his fear for his little brother to turn into anger and disgust.

One day Ilya offers his wife, Natalia, to have them visit. Their daughter has visited more than once, even stayed with them for a summer after high school. His and Shane's kids tried to teach her hockey.

Natalia regretfully tells him Alexei is not well enough to travel.

Ilya can't travel to them, not while he's married to Shane.

But their phone calls are enough.

About once a week, he gets to speak to a version of his brother than he had dearly missed. He gets to talk about his mama like she's still live, not dead for over 50 years. He gets to talk about the rink he and Alexei used to play hockey at. To talk about the stray cat he and Alexei once hid in their bedroom for a week.

He finds himself looking forward to the phone calls.

And dearly missing when they end.

[scuttleton]

[dashing-disaster]

This is incredibly niche but Connor Storrie as Finrod Felagund.

@ the three people double fisting the Silmarillion and Heated Rivalry fandoms do you see my vision?

[sweet-anon-hrpf]

one of my favorite scenes in heated rivalry is when j.j. says “if rozanov fucks you tonight i’ll fuck him back😤” and shane looks around for help from a grown up

[fella-lovin-fella]

i hate it when people mistake "etymology" with "entomology." like, i know where they coming from but it still bugs me

[motivationalnapkin]

Just started R. F. Kuang's Katabasis. I'm still in the first chapter and so far the big message of the book is that we need to pay interns/student aids a liveable wage and give them attainable goals/deadlines.

[estrogenesis-vaporeongelion]

where to upgrade social battery. where to buy larger social battery. how to attach multiple social batteries. how to hang out with all your friends without getting tired. how to hang out with everyone you wanna hang out with without burning out. infinite social energy hack. nap tips

[estrogenesis-vaporeongelion]

social battery rapid charger. social battery usable while plugged in. how to love everyone you love

[hipsternumbertwo]

TGWDLMR Proshot is out now!

[samwwise]

What are we holding on to, Sam?

[girlinthefireplace16]

Rhaenyra Targaryen taking her rightful place on the Iron Throne

House of the Dragon - 3x02 Queen's Landing

[may6th2030]

feeling so many feelings about all of this

[kymethra]

brennan just going right ahead and saying the quiet bit out loud here

[shinraalpha]

[beemovieerotica]

if you work in a creative field...or if you do creative hobbies like writing or drawing...you need to make friends with people who don't do those things. you need to befriend normie Steve who has never written a story in his life. and this is because when you are in a creative job or hobby and spend all your time doing that thing, surrounded by very capable people, who you inevitably compare your own progress and skills to, you forget what the baseline human skill at that thing is. and it's usually zero. normie Steve has not written a story since the 3rd grade when his teacher made him do it. he's very good at other things that are not storytelling - but if you tell normie Steve that you wrote a full 300-page book from start to finish, he will think you're some kind of savant. he does not know ANYONE else who has done this. you need this perspective. because when you're constantly on Let's Write Stories dot Com then everyone on Let's Write Stories dot Com will inevitably be like "oh of course everyone on earth has written a book or several at this point!" and you canNOT let yourself think that. that is not even close to the average human experience. you are in a bubble. do not put yourself down. do not give up.

[beemovieerotica]

REAL AND TRUE. my newest normie steve does 40 mile bike rides on a whim and excels at outdoor rock climbing. i will always hype him up.