#signed-r

[just-french-me-up]

That Grantaire makes me want to wrap him up in a lil blanket and pinch his cheeks?? I love him?? Wow??

He looks like a top notch lad. Would 100% hang out with him

[poetryandromanticism]

@signed-r - continued from here

Grantaire was not one to shy away from a challenge. In fact, most would argue that he was one to look challenge in the eye, arch a brow, and then valiantly defeat it armed with aggressive indifference. But indifference was only so strong a weapon, and he was starting to feel his grip tighten around his glass and his teeth dig into the side of his cheek. Men could be cruel. Drunk men in the thick of a pub crueler.

When Jean spoke, Grantaire’s eyes went wide. He glanced at him, at first unsure if he’d even heard him speak at all, but quickly confirmed himself. Before the leering men could come back with something stronger than a half-hearted retort, Grantaire grabbed Jean by the arm and spun him away from the bar.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he murmured. “It was not the first time I have been called a worthless drunkard. But you are kind to think otherwise. Are you all right?”

Jehan rarely was the person to raise his voice. He did not hesitate to join an argument, but it was usually soft spoken with clear facts and well-thought points. However, he was also the person to deeply care about his friends and the kind of person to walk through a fire if it might possibly help one of them.

When he witnessed some rude men treating Grantaire in a cruel way, a fire inside of him was sparked right away. He knew he could throw a punch or two if it was needed to, so he did not fear to speak up to them. With his voice loud and his eyes practically spewing fire, he told them very clearly to shut the fuck up.

With anger and passion inside of him, he made it his goal to name every single reason that made Grantaire so much more than a worthless drunkard. He was well on his way, already at point eight on his list, when Grantaire grabbed his arm.

“I will dig their graves for them and leave it without any flowers if they even dare think about being rude to you again,” he said, his small frame trembling from both adrenaline and anger. “You are so much more, my friend. Don’t believe their words, they are nothing more but lies.”

[anabundanceofcourf-blog]

“Okay, name one time pretending to be soulmates got us in trouble.”

“It hasn’t yet, but c’mon, what if...” He trailed off as he tried to think of the way to say it without coming off as ridiculous and sentimental, but as much fun as it was to fool around he also firmly believed in that connection, that everyone had someone out there for them, and he was pretty sure despite his claims Grantaire did too. Neither knew for certain, Courfeyrac had yet to gain the marking that would tell him who he was meant to be with, and if Grantaire knew he hadn’t told, but it felt wrong to goof around about it. 

“What if there is someone out there for you? How will they feel about it?” He puffed his cheeks a bit, a hint of a pout to his lips as he scuffed his shoe on the ground and tugged his scarf up against the chill in the air. “I just haven’t been feeling right about it lately, that’s all.”

[eposettemyass]

6. screenshot the first page of your search history

Oh my god,,

edit: it’s not letting me show it so i’ll just tell you my last searches were cast of murder on the orient express, millie bobby brown short curly hair (for reference), and ,,,, giant minion

[somptueusesignora-blog]

•What do you love about your muse? •What do you hate about your muse? •What about your muse amuses you? {hi hello !¡!}

      Some Munday thing - Not Accepting

           Hi hello friend I’m sorry this took way too long whoops

             I love Carlotta’s confidence most of all. She’s charismatic, she can be extremely charming, and she knows it. No matter what the siutation, Carlotta believes in herself - frankly. I’ve made her a model for myself in that regard.

            Lolo needs to learn when to stop talking. It’s not that she needs to not express herself, but she can dominate conversations for so, so long if she doesn’t watch herself and it’s annoying even as the person who has to write her, let alone react to her. 

         Ooo, amuses me? I think her noises. Carlotta does vocal excercises when she’s nervous, when she needs to clear her voice, or when she’s bored tbh. She makes little chirrups, purrs, trills, and it’s frankly the cutest thing.

[sunflowerknighted]

hello hi I have noticed the title of your blog and I would like to know if you will discuss Oscar Wilde's laST WORDS with me because ¿¿¿ he is my icON and my idOL and I just love him so much and I am really hoping that you will appreciate this particular thing with me, thank you and goodnight

PLEASE the last time I’ve genuinely discussed his “either the wallpaper goes or I do” was my tenth grade writing class I’m so down you can im me if you want

[somptueusesignora-blog]

"Were you slamming on my door a few minutes ago?"

              Non-poseur Ghosts? - Not Accepting

          Shefrowned, one hand grazing against the doorframe as she looked in the hallway ofthe apartment complex. Nobody, save herself and the next-door neighbor; consideringthe season, she couldn’t imagine that had been much different ten minutes ago.

                “No,I wasn’t. Maybe the h-vac?”

          Thebuilding was ancient, and the cold this year was no doubt taking its toll onthe poor heating system which made such a valiant effort to keep the occupantsfrom freezing to death.

[feyland]

Your writing is?? Stunning?? Thank you for sharing 💕

Thank you??????? tho????