#heartsmelody

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@heartsmelody liked for joly !!!

❝ oh hey marius. how’s it going ?? ❞ he looks up briefly, offers a small smile, and goes right back to minecraft on his computer. who needs an education and a doctor’s qualification when you can build an exact replica of the hogwarts castle out of glowstone ?? but then he looks up again, and notices the morose look on his friend’s face. ravenclaw tower can wait. ❝ you look glum, chum. what’s up, chicken butt ?? ❞

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heartsmelody replied to your post: out of fucks to give;; its summer so it means im...

i think with a scarf and dragon plushie you’d be set! if you wear jewelry, maybe some dragon-themed accessories? gold or brass earings, or one of those cool ear cuff things.

-gasps- yoooooo. thank you for validating the purchase of one of those dragon cuffs. i have been wanting to buy one of those forever LOL 

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       ❝ it isn’t truly sulking if you’re genuinely incompetent at dancing, is it? ❞  though laughter blossoms upon the edges of lips, turning upward from stonier expression to hint of a smile, it is only because of cosette  —-  the party itself was a touch rowdier than even marius would have suspected, or at least involving more dance-inducing situations than he would’ve thought possible.  discomfort settles about dropped shoulders with a familiarity, a weight as intimately known as it was heavy, forcing his sharing of its burden with the nearest wall, the nearest corner in which only her company was allowed, given the barest hint of mirth  ( albeit the self-depracating sort ).

       a straightening of posture, a hand swept  —-  in long-established nervous gesture  —-  across the back of his neck, twining against hairline for brief moment’s touch.  ❝ i could try, but i can’t guarantee it would be any fun for you to have your feetstepped on every two seconds. ❞

           “ oh, c’mon, i’m sure you’re not incompetent. it’s really easy once you start to really feel the music. here, i’ll help you ---- “ she took his hand, tugging him near. the movement was so natural to her, she nearly forgot to blush at her forwardness. the din of the party settled into the rhythm of a slower song. staying within the private shadow of their secluded corner, cosette led him forward and slid his hands around her waist. tentatively, her own hands reached up to gently anchor around his neck. 

          “ ---- you won’t step on my feet. and if you do, it’ll be okay. just sway back and forth with me, alright? back --- and forth --- “ she whispered, looking up at him with glittering eyes. despite the careful swing of her hips in tandem with his own, cosette could feel her pulse cracking wildly. she felt greedy, looking into his eyes without shame. beautiful, was all she thought. she quietly prayed the song wouldn’t end. “ --- see, ” she cleared her throat, “ you’re doing great. “

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@heartsmelody liked for a starter.

❛ i think you’ve got a chance with her. lots of girls like guys who are adorkable! ❜ 

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@heartsmelody gets a thing from cosette!

    “So,” Cosette says brightly, putting her things away into her bag. “Am I going to see you at the rally?” She’s trying not to be too terribly forward with him, but... Suffice it to say she is dropping hints. Marius is unlike anyone she’s ever met. It’s difficult to describe why she is so drawn to him. She could fill volumes with the things she likes about him.

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why aren't koala bears actual bears?

they didn't meet the koalafications.

PURE 10/10 WHOLESOME PUN

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@heartsmelody liked for a starter !

     ❛𝓣was the early morning cheer of birds that stirred the young revolutionary’s slumber , of which had extended DAYS since he had been brought to the church’s ever-welcoming doors , and just as welcoming inhabitants . there had been a woman , well-endowed in age and gentleness , dressed as a sister of god ; it was this woman who had informed him of his deep sleep , and of the MIRACULOUS recovery from his wounds , that they were now prescribing to the good work of GOD HIMSELF . the woman was too kind , and enjolras , at once , imagined the trouble she and her fellow servants of the faith would be brought into for harbouring a man such as he . A FAILURE . for , in his singular case , he seemed to fail not only for himself , but on behalf of those around him just as equally , if not more.

     his good friends —— NOW DEAD . it was this thought which pervaded his simultaneously exhausted yet restless mind ; restless in reminding him of the destruction he had wreaked , the TRAGEDY he had caused . how many MOTHERS had dined without a son these past few nights ? how many EMPTY CHAIRS filled the auditoriums of the school ? of the cafe ? had not a single one survived ?

     with a stifled groan - for even alone , enjolras did not enjoy displaying vulnerability , as habit - he lifted himself just an inch more ( an inch was all he could bare ) so that he might be seated more comfortably in the upright position against the iron bedhead , separated from his bandaged torso by a feather pillow . HE WAS A MESS . as he looked down at his BLOOD-STAINED wraps , his SHAKING HANDS that he now moved in front of him , he wondered , with utmost sincerity and seriousness —— if this is TRULY the work of GOD . . . is this , then , some form of DIVINE PUNISHMENT . . . for what i have done ?

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heartsmelody replied to your post: les mis muses turn up & show urselves, we need a...

i can’t believe there’s actually this many of us ??

THAT’S WHAT I WAS THINKING, hence why we need a group promo