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he's going to write 'france before pants' on enjolras's arm, because he's not sure if enjolras is okay with him putting the words anywhere else. if enjolras doesn't like the pretty scrawl he's done the letters in, it's easy enough to wash off.
Enjolras will laugh when he finds it, and leave it there until it wears off.
✍ do it dannie i dare you
SEND ME A ✍ AND I’LL INTRODUCE YOU TO A MUSE THAT I'D LIKE TO RP AS.
James 'Bucky' Barnes - The Winter Soldier
Don't go gettin' into any trouble until I get back, alright, punk? Got enough to worry about without your skinny ass creepin' into my mind and distracting me from gunning down Nazi's.
In A World Of Pure Imagination || AsylumVerse || abitmorbid
Gravespoint Asylum was one of the top mental institutions in the country. With upwards of two hundred patients of varying levels of disorder, and fifty of the top psychologists in the area working with them, it was known for its ability to treat the most intense of disorders and rehabilitate the sufferers thereof back into normal society in record time and with minimal relapse worry. It was a model for other institutions to follow, both in its staffing and its organization, for many years now.
Hyacinthe Grantaire was one of the more difficult patients to come through Gravespoint's doors in the last year. With paranoid schizophrenia and an intense drug addiction problem, he was unresponsive to many medications and resistant to allow them to try shock therapy. Grantaire saw no point in attempting it. He wouldn't get better; while ECT may help the schizophrenia, it wouldn't stop his drug addiction.
The medications they fed him for his schizophrenia just furthered his drug addiction, and restricting his access to medication in hopes of treating the drug addiction would worsen his schizophrenia. It was a dangerous line to tread, one that they could not find a proper balance between yet. No matter what direction they took him in, he was not treated properly, and as such, Grantaire was fairly hopeless. He would be stuck at Gravespoint until he managed to overdose and die.
It was after another unsuccessful therapy session that he was escorted to the common room, an area that was meant to encourage socialization with other patients. Grantaire didn't see the point of it, personally. If he talked to other patients, they would just take advantage of that later. He knew it too well. Still, he took a seat on a couch next to a boy that appeared to be relatively new. Grantaire didn't recognize him, at least.
He was blond, much like a boy that Grantaire remembered from just a few weeks ago. A boy that looked like the sun. This one looked softer, though, kinder. Perhaps Grantaire was seeing him incorrectly. He couldn't be certain. He wasn't blurred, though, and that was encouraging. "Are you new?" he questioned after a minute of sitting there silently. "I don't know if I remember you."
[text] If I said that I was wearing nothing but an apron and was armed with strawberries and whipped cream, how quickly would you come into the kitchen?
[text] Are you?
[text] Is this is a thing that’s happening?
[text] Jay. Don’t toy with my emotions.
"I'm saving people." "At the price of what?!"
abitmorbid replied to your post:icarus-burning said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ignore...
yes, hapPY BIRTHDAY DOLL!
eee thank you!
Some Moments Last Forever || ABITMORBID
"Please be asleep. Pleeease be asleep." Peter mumbled as he opened the front door to his home. Jehan didn't need to worry about Peter. He didn't need to see Peter in this state of pain. He didn't want to see his boyfriend waiting up for him at night, just worrying about him. No one deserved to live like that. He tiptoed to the kitchen, opened the door and looked inside. "Damnit!" He cured under his breath. Guess who forgot the eggs again!
Peter... You're scaring me...
