i miss my brother. i miss my sister. / "yes, jacques was my brother. because of the schism, i haven't seen either of my brothers for years."
january 12. the birthday of j snicket, as well as that of his sister.
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i miss my brother. i miss my sister. / "yes, jacques was my brother. because of the schism, i haven't seen either of my brothers for years."
january 12. the birthday of j snicket, as well as that of his sister.
actually i will comment. j and b sharing a smoke after, and their fingers keep tangling as they pass it back and forth. b speaks french, and thus remarks about an old saying, seemingly wistful in the morning fog. there’s a polite pause as b is allowed to take his swig of the cigarette, but a quick glance at j dissolves them both into a fit of laughter. when f finds them, they’re very much in the same way, still half dressed, and still half crying, gasping for air, their cigarette all but done.
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actually i will comment. j and b sharing a smoke after, and their fingers keep tangling as they pass it back and forth. b speaks french, and thus remarks about an old saying, seemingly wistful in the morning fog. there’s a polite pause as b is allowed to take his swig of the cigarette, but a quick glance at j dissolves them both into a fit of laughter. when f finds them, they’re very much in the same way, still half dressed, and still half crying, gasping for air, their cigarette all but done.
not for the first time I am thinking about lemony, smoking outside the hotel denouement next to the taxi. lemony who smokes and doesn’t remember the exact sequence of events that led him to start, but knows he was young when he did, that he was addicted well before he was meant to have been allowed to buy them for himself. lemony who starts smoking only a couple of years after he remembered having some youthful idea that he would never be foolish enough to, and adults shouldn’t be encouraged to, until the world taught him that it wasn’t as simple as that and he changed his mind. lemony who once in his youth thought at least it gave him something of an air of mystery. but now it’s just another curse, one he doesn’t have the energy to try to break.
there is a line i wrote in the babybea fic that i DISTINCTLY REMEMBER writing as a reference to something lemony says in, probably, atwq. here's the thing. i can't find the fucking sentence in canon
HAHA YES I KNEW IT I FOUND IT, ?4 -
and babybea fic -
me about the random side character number seven from book series for children: nobody understands her like I do raaaah
1) any stretching is better than no stretching
2) any vegetable is better than no vegetable
3) statistically you will never be the worst person at anything, there is always someone in the world who is worse at stuff than you are
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happy pride month to sunny baudelaire meeting isadora quagmire and immediately clocking her as gay
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Marilyn Monroe in Some Like it Hot (1959)
Okay, if you are tired then you won't be able to read. There I say it. No one else want to say it. It is strange. If you are tired, if you cannot finish a book that's a given. That's why you need to read...at work. You need to steal your reading time from your employers.
happy pride month to all the tragic queers of the vfd
sunny baudelaire i love you