Oct 22, 2021
oh freddie honey you beautiful bastard i miss you
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oh freddie honey you beautiful bastard i miss you
me: makes a long ass post just to drag anita
anita: tags me in a nice post about hufflepuffs and slytherins
me: eh, i guess it can wait then
On a more positive note I almost played some good tunes in my teacher's room after school but he interrupted me with a discussion about the weekend
[18:39:05] Lottie: and lmfaoo jack was robbed by that ending I stg
[18:39:23] Lottie: he ended up in a boat of the same size as the one he started in at the beginning of cotbp
[18:39:32] Lottie: BUT I TRY TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT HIS CREW LEFT HIM BEHIND
[18:39:46] Stephanie: LMAO YOU'RE RIGHT OMG
[18:39:52] Stephanie: JACK YOU POOR THING
[18:40:01] Stephanie: YOU NEED TO FIND YOURSELF A BETTER, MORE TRUSTWORTHY CREW
[18:40:11] Lottie: OMG ARE YOU SHOWING SYMPATHY FOR JACK AGAIN STEPHANIE
[18:40:17] Stephanie: SWEATS
[18:40:17] Lottie: I NEED TO KEEP RECORDS OF THIS LMAO
[18:40:17] Stephanie: UHM
[18:40:21] Stephanie: U HM
[18:40:25] Lottie: SQUINTS AT YOU
[18:40:40] Lottie: it makes me happy though JUST SAYING B))
[18:40:46] Lottie: I'm doing my job right lmao
[18:40:47] Stephanie: JACK SPARROW DESERVES TO HANG AT THE GALLOWS
[18:40:49] Stephanie: SWEATS
this scene’s been in my head for like three days but i keep forgetting to write it
“Are these yours?” eir voice asks sharply, and he turns to see em holding up his glasses.
“Oh,” he says, holding out a hand to take them. “Uh, yeah.”
“I didn’t even know you had glasses,” ey says without moving. “Do you wear contacts instead?”
Grantaire snorts. “Right, as if I’m nearly responsible enough to put things in my eyes. No thanks.”
Ey shakes eir head and sighs. “Did you lose them?”
He makes a show of looking around his apartment with his hands spread, casting pointed glances at the places where the mess is at its worst, before looking back at em and shrugging his shoulders. “I dunno,” he says, “that could be it.”
“Funny,” ey replies dryly. “Here.”
He takes them back and examines the lenses, which are probably no worse for wear than the last time he wore them. He cleans them off with the bottom of his t-shirt before putting them back on.
“Better?” asks Enjolras as he opens his eyes and blinks at em.
“Oh,” he replies, very quietly.
It’s not that he needs his glasses, really, exactly. He can read okay without them, though it’s an effort sometimes, and he can navigate the landscape of his daily life without much trouble, and whatever anyone else thinks of it, forgoing detail in artwork is a valid stylistic choice.
But he does lose the finer details of a lot of things, like the spiderwebs of darker blue buried in eir eyes and the freckles strewn across eir nose and cheeks.
“What,” ey asks, “did you forget what it’s like to see clearly?” The way eir mouth twitches up would have been imperceptible, but it’s unmistakeable now.
“No,” he says. “I just, uh.”
He runs his tongue across his teeth and grins.
“You’ve got something,” he finishes, and taps the bridge of eir nose with one finger, making em twitch.
“Oh,” ey says, and laughs softly. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
“Ridiculous,” he declares, taking his glasses off and folding them up to hang on his collar. “It ruins the image entirely, you can’t be the face of a movement with sunspots on your cheeks. I believe I prefer to look at you with my glasses off.”
“You’re such an asshole,” ey says with a sharp sigh. “But I suppose I can’t make you wear them.”
mom: I'm gonna print something me: Is it a list of all the wonderful things about me? mom: I don't need a list for that! I have it all memorized! me: awwww mom: there isn't that much to remember me: ... mom: ...'cause it's all lumped into just YOU! <3
Me: I was not sober!
Friend: O.O (adults are in the other room)
Me: Sober on the word of the Lord.
"You're making me feel like I need Noah's freaking Ark. You know this is almost as bad when G-- giant raindrops hit me in my face."
Ran's brow creased into an deep frown, not missing what was almost said. She was right, it was almost as bad. Except back then she felt a thousand times worse and non stop for an entire month before the pain slowly started easing up. But this was different. This was a totally other kind of pain. Guilt.