#stop i'm crying

[fwitoley]

ARTHUR MORGAN WITH A DYSLEXIC WIFE

THAT'S IT

THAT'S THE POST

[muzaktomyears]

"...the time we met Elvis, I really thought, 'how sad he's on his own'. And he had all those people around, but he was on his own. I had three great mates... I'm welling up a bit here." (2:15)

[the-society-of-the-dead-bsd]

Do you guys get along? Like at all? And Dazai what's it like seeing the Oda you are/were actually friends with?

[BEAST! Dazai] Well we do get along. Most of time..."

"It's actually...ah, I don't even have the words to describe it...It's nice actually spending time with him and not just seeing someone's memmories of him...Even now, we spend time together talking about stupid things."

[magickal-mistika]

My song ☹️

[bongwaterbummy]

Sirius being clingy with Remus, stealing his sweatshirts and pawing at the poor, annoyed face of his love, distracting him from his work and making him toast just the way he likes it, the desperate kisses where their teeth clash, and Sirius has finally had enough, now it's Remus' turn to pine, to adore, to write little scenarios with Sirius, to run his fingers through his hair, although he's so much less obvious about his need for the black haired boy to love him, Sirius sees all this and their game starts all over again

[meras-magic]

you think Remember Me from Coco broke your heart? Try Dos Oruguitas from Encanto. That shit hurt 100000x's more

[songandflame-archived]

🎲 kiss roulette for either Valjean or Javert (reroll if needed) or else make it a drabble with another character entirely!

Kiss Roulette || @reverdies (thank you!)

(Gonna do this for both Javert and Valjean bc I can and it'll make sense for both of them, but I'll post the other one independently from this one!)

18, A Kiss While Laughing:

Fantine isn't sure when this became routine for them. Sunday would greet them both far quicker than they ever appreciated; both would begrudgingly force themselves to attend mass with Valjean and Cosette. When Javert first joined this house of misfits, it was easier to make excuses for not joining the other two, but with his increased health came increasing responsibility to assimilate. Then, when the first, licking flames in the fireplace caught and the other residents had found their beds for the night, Fantine would join Javert in his room with a bottle of something red.

It was a reward in a way, she supposed. Wine always tasted sweeter outside of church— even more so when the other made for good company. Admittedly, even that was a surprise to her, but he his appreciation and enjoyment made for a far better choice than Valjean's concerned glances whenever Fantine's fingers danced around the neck of a bottle.

They were talking about everything and nothing, the awkwardness of the first few days nothing more than a faint recollection. Despite Javert's former occupation, she soon found he had a wicked sense of humour. It was refreshing, enthralling even.

She loved Valjean dearly, but despite all his years he remained restrained and seemingly unwilling to simply let go. It was hardly a character flaw; in fact, she admired his steadfast nature, but there were times she doubted he truly allowed himself to feel anything other than guilt.

Javert was undeniably confusing, but there was an understanding unspoken between them that once you lost everything, there was nothing else to possibly lose. Perhaps that's why he let this side show, because he had nothing to lose in showing it.

The blush he had teased her about so many months ago had returned to dye cheeks a fine red once more. Of course he would comment on it, his lips curving against the rim of his glass as he did. She couldn't help the faux pout that came to scrunch her nose before they both broke into laughter, wine nearly spilling over edges and perfectly clean floors.

Maybe it was the glow of a dying fire, or maybe it was the alcohol, but his uninhibited humanness was beautiful.

His laughter, once so hard to come by had become a joy to hear. She wished she could capture it, keep it safe and sound. Everyone deserved this happiness.

Perhaps that's why she did it. Perhaps that's why she reached out to cup his cheek, her eyes wet with laughter, her cheeks aching with joy. Perhaps that's why she consciously displaced her glass and captured his lips with hers. So she could keep this joy safe. So he would not lose it, not if she could help him look after it.

His lips, surprisingly soft, tasted of wine and salt born from a fine layer of sweat.

As quickly as she had taken this moment, she pulled back with wide eyes. Suddenly, she could no longer meet his gaze. She was hardly ever so bold, why would she think to do such a thing now? Had she ruined this too? The only moment of the week in which she felt truly herself and not simply a performance of herself?

"Please forgive me, I..." her voice faltered. Did she regret it? No. But she did not have the privilege of deciding its consequences. "I... don't know what came over me."

[clare-with-no-i]

everytime i read the abbreviation "nar", my head reads it as "naur" like im on an episode of h20. n e ways,,,,,,love the new chapter !!!!!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

"oh naur! cleaur! lily and james aren't together yet!!!"