#slowmovingpanic

[eiufiundkjn]

"Charlie has these eyes like sea glass, ok, and she laughs with them and her whole face lights up, and she's clever and brave and smart and funny. She probably doesn't like you, but that's ok because she's too good for you anyway."

OH GOD I LOVE YOU WHAT

[bedabug]

slowmovingpanic replied to your post:my mom is a wizard, two days ago i went on my own...

how

i have absolutely no idea i'm so confused and i keep asking her and she keeps just smiling and ignoring me

[prettylittlepasha]

slowmovingpanic replied to your post:man the amount of absolutely shitty tv shows that...

just give me a career

you and me, hostile take over.

[hobbitprincess]

slowmovingpanic replied to your post “Made our reservation at the Blue Bayou, got my parents’ Christmas...”

BUT ARE U GOIN 2 B IN THE AV

I'm gonna be in the AV for like five seconds on Christmas eve :(

[thegenderdetective-blog]

I've said it once and I'll say it again, men can't be feminists. Period.

[prettylittlepasha]

slowmovingpanic replied to your post “so i was talking to kate the other day and had the thought about what...”

i do not want to click the readmore

sure you do, plus you'll get back at me eventually.

[prettylittlepasha]

so i was talking to kate the other day and had the thought about what if grantaire was a seer?

and then i did a fic because sharing is caring.

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The first time he Sees something he's six years old. He's six years old and his sister is reading him a story.

He blinks and in that single moment he Sees the cat knock over a stack of books. Less then a minute later it happens.

He doesn't mention it to anyone, dismisses it as a fluke.

Grantaire is fourteen the first time he Sees someone die. He's sick for hours afterward. Later that day when the news of his grandparents death is delivered he cries until he loses his voice. His family assume it's in mourning.

It's not, he'd thought he might be wrong for once; hoped he'd been wrong.

He's sixteen when he discovers that wine dulls the intensity and frequency of his visions. His family worries but they can't understand. He can't tell them, they wouldn't believe him.

He moves to Paris for school and to escape their concerned eyes.

Grantaire's visions of what to come don't stop, don't lessen, so he drinks more.

He Sees the amis before he ever meets them. Sees the smiles and laughs and caring of Joly and Bossuet. Sees the strength and caring of Bahorel. Sees the dedication and rough hands of Feuilly. Sees the shyness and love of Jehan. Sees the affection and friendship of Marius. Sees the passion and hears the kindness Courfeyrac. Sees the gentleness and brilliance of Combeferre. Sees the fire and raw belief of Enjolras.

He knows them all before he ever meets them, loves them before ever knowing them. They make the visions more bearable.

He thinks Joly suspects there's something more to his drinking, to his moods, but he changes the subject whenever he hints at there being something more.

They're friends for years before it happens. Before Grantaire Sees them die.

He's painting a piece for one of the cafes in town when he Sees it, Sees the barricade fall, Sees his friends die. He screams.

He needs a drink, he needs to not be able to See it playing over in his mind.

He goes to the bars he knows his friends don't go to. He floats between them for god only knows how long. He just needs to forget. Just for a moment, but nothing works. He still sees their blood and watches them fall.

They find him eventually, Joly and Bossuet first before the others join them to help drag him off so Joly can examine him.

Joly is worried about him, frets over him as he takes his pulse and checks his eyes. He asks a question but the roaring of gunfire is too loud in his ears.

[bedabug]

slowmovingpanic replied to your post:i made a kung pow! enter the fist joke on...

OH MY G OD

i take that to mean you approve