#is this fun

[baggy-holmes]

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[fr4nkieistired]

Guys. This is my 100th post!! I've been on [tumblr] for a year and a month ish!!! I wanna do something fun.

And because I'm not creative, I am tagging some of my moots to let them know that I am alive

And if you send an emoji combo in my ask box I will go through my 82 cursed drafts to find one that matches the vibe and post it. Oh no. I'm gonna regret this aren't I?

also my ask box is open to other random stuff, like always.

@specss-missing-shoe @the-depressed-comedic-relief @purple-dinosaur27 @add3rboi @coquette-corpsie @deadgaychoirkid @telaphonetower @littleghostyguy @tarantulas-of-santa-fe @the-jason-todd-impreganator @noteffective008 @salbean572 @unknownbrainrot @velvetinerabb1t + anyone else who sees this and wants to. No pressure tho!!

[thelockedtome]

I'm working on a proper essay of Ntn and my outline with just a FRACTION of the quotes is already 8 pages

One section ( cam, pal, pyrrha relationship with Nona) should basically be it's own essay at this point

[ask-little-prince-ralsei]

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[premiumticket]

my boyfriends been watching me play this since we got back and he keeps asking me if I'm having fun and honestly? i don't have an answer for him

[stdulac]

"Do you even like jazz, or was that for my benefit?"

that caused louis to chuckle.

smoke rose from smiling lips, joining the grey cloud looming over the small parisian café's patrons' heads. a jazz band of five people managed to cramp itself onto the tiny stage on the far off left corner. louis liked the sound --- it felt familiar and yet completely new. the war had tired the bones of europe but the music was its' soul; there was still joy there, under the pianist's fingertips. though perhaps armand had begun to doubt the intentions of louis' invitation to see a live jazz band when the american sat right next to him and rested an arm over the back of his seat.

and, yes, perhaps he was sitting closer to the maître than he needed to and, yes, perhaps he had held armand's stare for a second too long a couple of times already ... but he did not want the other man to think him a charlatan. "hey, i enjoy your company but i'm not 'bout to play pretend just to appease you." louis said with an arched eyebrow while eyeing armand up and down, feigning outrage.

green eyes reluctantly pulled away from the man sitting beside him, focusing instead on the musicians on stage and their shiny sweat covered foreheads. "i love jazz." louis declared with a fond smile which slowly faded as the pianist tilted his head back to reveal long locks of pretty blond hair that had not been there before. louis swallowed dryly. "...always have." all joy had been drained out of him.

[b1tchcup]

mooties and gentle-oomfs